The De-Evolution and Re-Evolution of Current Existence

Desperate Times Prose: Volume VIII

The De-evolution and Re-evolution of Current Existence
as recalled by Jared Weiss

PART I - De-Evolution (Slowly dying Haiku)

1.

Something Brown gets down
In a Flemish kind of way
Leuven keeps movin'

2.

Flowers keep dying
Rain drenched Sunday shuts me in
Board game sales are up

3.

Focusing on wrong
Why not focus on what's right?
Refocusing now

4.

Dream King is calling
The soft meadows, fields of green
protect my slumber

5.

Representing loss
Surreality presents
dashed expectations

6.

Stood up and put out
Let down, drugged up, feeling down
Tie rocks to my leg

7.

Loneliest evening
Shadows creep up white walls
threatening violence

8.

Spend some time thinking
about how you've hurt yourself
Now try something else

9.

Stare at blind poets
On street corners, musicians
struggling to make the scene

10.

Find solace in the cold
From something unfamiliar
Old stories fade

PART II - The Poet's Last Waltz (Re-Evolution)

11.

A blind poet on eighth street curses a traffic cop
The man takes exception to the poet's arrogance but tries not to make a scene
The artist eggs him on with slang graffiti on the walls
While troubadours play sweet love songs on the café sidewalk

12.

The poet composes angry scorn for all the men who've done him wrong
Like the music mechanic of Times Square, who raped his words in to a song
The troubadours hear a voice truth pure, their lonely souls ache no more
"Sacrifice me for difference sake" the poet says – I'll be famous in death for sure

13.

City boy becomes a man as he takes a young girl's arm
She clutches his shoulder in blissful embrace, protecting her from harm
She's shy at first, but he's got a song that speaks of his hunger for love
He takes the guitar from off of his back and plays what he's dreaming of

14.

Entranced in the moment fireworks go off in the summer on the beach
A truth song frightens and inspires a young boy and the world seems just in reach
And all the men who've wronged the poet, show up on the right
To the left of the poet a cop shivers and quakes, not even supposed to be here tonight

15.

The sometime lovers overhear, the poet's song of truth
Reminds her of home and daddy, who moaned and yelled and sipped vermouth
The Markets over crowded with slaves of new found freedom giving way
To the new revolution east village child, down to seize the day

16.

His melancholic horror, evaporates with snow
We get drunk while we wait for the poet to explode, to numb us to the sight
For the poet dances naked in the streets, mind open and willing to flow
The Horizon line grows dim as the junky poet sets up for the night

17.

Sirens wail and bullets fly, Many here about to die
The poet runs through traffic, shouting words fantastic
Lithe as a kitten, the poet seems smitten with dodging through cars all night long
Swiped, now he falters, his game plan he alters, his goal now to sing one last song

18.

He spoke very slow, before he did go
He struggled to open his mouth
With a lift of his arm, ignoring the pain,
he stretched out his hand and began to sing

19.

"Alone she seems to sleep so sweet
As I blow sweet kisses in her ear
She dreams and prays her soul to keep
In the heart of fallen angels... sleep."

20.

Tonight, I saw a poet reborn
He carried scars, deserved scorn
No man alive could break his will
Or drive him to that righteous kill

The End