Just Another Day*
The day Buddha's birthday and Easter coincide,
I see a play called "Before God Was Invented",
Expecting nothing. Joe Franklin, the host
Of a long-dead show called "Memory Lane"
Strides past me in the waiting area.
Audience members are prized
At old Theater For The New City,
Even the dead and rearrived.
Am I a pirate of penance
Attending a so-called "Pagan" play?
We sing to all of me.
Why not take that high note, baby?
What a noisy trance you dance to.
Before the nuclear family,
Did nature create it's own bonds?
Cavemen Bodhisattvas lost in a time warp
Show their muscles and choose women.
The ghost of Frank Zappa
Seems to be their leader.
Carried away--maybe he's just sleeping.
Prometheus gave you fire
Then skipped out, happily, into the dark.
Time remains mean when moving slowly.
Silence gilds the beautiful young body boy.
Loud fervor fails to impress the moon.
Pretty boy hides behind temporarily happy bush.
Flowers shiver from his touch.
Follow your own feet without tripping.
Up in a Central Park of the Pleistocene
The animals don't want to be eaten
Though the women & men want to fuck.
Oh sod, thy earth is dirty, dirty
In the eyes of near-sighted beholders.
Two tribes per zoo
May not be viable long.
Where did they get a rope in prehistory?
Someone knitting, knitting in the dark?
Give away the land to the land.
Make no bad pictures on cave walls
Or magic rock will get you, bad, bad, bad.
Deep silence and deep sleep
May not be the same.
Tom Savage
4/8/07
*Written while watching Before God Was Invented, a play by Lissa Moira and
Richard West
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