MY OWN PARADE
November 13, 2012
Walking, mostly in clockwork close meter,
Warmer ghosts from my former features;
All the roles, All the resume’,
Falling in line, just the crew to rescue me.
Faded as sad old soldiers,
Vain fantasies say old glories.
Again, always, They had heaved it all in a chest.
Again, always, they had heaved in their chest
& took it to heart.
I’ll call it for you my own VFW
hall. I have my own tall tales to tell,
We’ll share lies, & libations.
I’ll wear my mightier pen.
I’ll share sham wisdom wide open.
But first, false memories in verse.
& what’s worst, I’ll con, & confide open.
“I’m ready to go anywhere/ I’m ready for to fade/ Into my own parade”
—————-Dylan (the troubadour one), from “Mr. Tambourine Man”
“Every hero becomes a bore, at last.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson