the f u dance

not much to say
lost friend and family
in the blast that
brought the towers
my uncle helped build
mercilessly down
down

i do appreciate the sentiment
i dont appreciate the exploitation
for causes
and what passes for political rhetoric

some picture in my head
my cousin
in a hooded parker
sticking his hand out
into brooklyn
from the umpteenth floor
as his dad
and the thousands others
pulled that miracle up
from the ground
out of sheer will
it seemed

way back when

there are so many that
were crushed in that crash
cant really keep us down
and we ll get passed this
and
and
and

but the wound is deep
into parts of me and
extensions of me
and my own
and mine
and there are millions like me









i ll pile up stuff
and
dump it in october
my favorite month

sorry

too hot for bugs and chainsaws
trees screaming
their low rumble
of thunderous green
cant seem to focus
on the have tos
as i wait for
a cool enough day
to prepare for the snow
i keep telling myself
is coming