All kinds of thoughts
enter my mind
as I watch ECW wrestling
on a Saturday night
and it gets scary
that home I’m at again
without prospects
for a better gig
while everyone else
enjoys the holiday weekend
down the shore
I get high alone
listening to various music
from around the country
and all over the world
my discourse on production
has been laughed off the shelves
by the general public
seems I’ve fooled
just about nobody
and the quest
of adventure and excitement
is off line again
well, I’ll be out
at the arena again
hopefully real soon
and the production
of new work continues
to run smoothly
into the summer
hashish has its charm
as Turkish assassins
pay visit
on my consciousness
and the awareness
of my surroundings
hones in
on the announcer
making the call
this could be nothing
but the doctrines
are ignored
by the peoples
blood, sweet and beers
is enough inspiration
for the evening
and will lead us
into temptation
but obligations
are limited
and wholly warranted
the feverish intensity
of the matches
the fire ignited
in my consciousness
It’s out of control
and this ain’t
my father’s wrestling
any more than
it’s my mother’s poetry
the crowd chants obscenities
at the wrestlers
they like and dislike
in equal proportion
I sit and watch
as the drama unfolds
and this is where I am
after all these years
but at least a few weeks
promise more
and I take serious solace
at least at that
5-23-98
