Poetry by Mark Marchetti -
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country music
if hank williams were alive today he'd probably want to kill himself
Nothing Rhymes with Agent Orange
not
Butch, Clines, Meeker, or Tex
not
delayed stress syndrome
cancer
chlor acne
V.A. hospitals
white bread, hair styled, golf swinging
draft exempt, bull shit
doctors
nothing rhymes with agent orange
not
pain pills
walking wounded
didi mau
wasted
blown away
charlie
body bags
choppers
night sweats, wake up screaming
panic attack
crazy mother fucker
Nothing rhymes with agent orange
not
M16
M14
M79
bouncing betty
artillery flare
incoming
alert
flack vest
steel pot
wanting to rip the flesh
off your bones
and tear out what ever's in there
nothing rhymes with agent orange
age creeps .... slowly .... relentlessly .... like water ....
until we are swept away .... into the wheels and the rain ....
the reverb .... and the stoney's....
reality for a recovering drug addict ... is ..... having survived .... nam....
the guilt of survivng nam .... drugs ... divorce .... numerous car wrecks...
having quit smoking and drugs .... and living a relativley healthy lifestyle..
well .... reality is .... death creeps slowly .... and naturally...
so .... build the bon fire .... catch the muskie .... laugh cry ....
howl at the moon.....
we are christians .... we only pass through once ..... have fun .... buddah
i am always alone
even when i am with somebody
sometimes i feel like i am talking a foriegn language
people are either deaf or don't seem to understand what i am saying
i relate to animals
they seem to understand what i am saying ...
and love is funny
it's a co dependent tug of war
i have let go of my end
i fear three things ... tics, God, and myself
and i am coming to terms with myself and God
fuckn' tics ...
everything dies, man
must be right, and proper, must be the thing to do
when the time comes ...
i think it's the absence of breathing that scares people about dying ...
i mean, everyday we breathe in and out, without thinking ... but i don't think
you breathe when you die, so what's up with that
maybe your soul has lungs and eyes, and hair ... don't think so
that's what scares people ... you can't breathe
that's why i feel so alone ... i can't breathe now
do animals breathe
never seen an animal smoke
they either can't go to heaven or are already there ...
take a deep breath
henry the cat
a tabby
sits on my tv
and is happy
he comes and goes
hangs mostly
upstairs
at phils
climbs the tree
goes through the open
window
and is home
henry
brings
mice
and birds
and snakes
as an offering
i don't like
cats
but
henry
is
cool
The Red Bud Tree
I saw my soul in a Redbud tree
I've seen those colors inside of me
Deep swirling purples, reds, and blues
A kaleidiscope of changing hues
and a joy and peace went through me
As the wind blew through the Redbud tree
reality tv
driving to work this morning
i saw a homeless man
sitting under a bridge
writing something in a yellow tablet
i never wanted to read anything so bad
my God
the prophets are homeless
the angels are living under bridges
while i am watching all star survivor ...
waiting for a news bulletin to break in ...
saying it's the end of the world
04-21-04
artists flock together
little armies of flowers
east nashville, sante fe, paris, midtown memphis,
grenwich village, my town, your town
listening to each other
learning, teaching, hearing, seeing, living, dying
all part of the
thee
