So there’s safety in numbers?
don’t believe any of it
don’t think that you’ll be that face in the crowd
the guy in the Macy’s parade wearing the hat
the guy in the bank line wearing patent leather shoes
don’t think that you are part of a movement
…there is no movement.
Don’t read the papers…they don’t exist
Don’t think you will survive the inquisition
they know where you are
they know you’ve worked in shipping
for the past seventeen years, and
they know you’re 63 years old and
you drink too much.
They know you…they can pull you out
of line whenever they want
and stick a cold, soup-line finger into your chin
ouch…it’s 1932 all over again
bite your lip. Stand up straight.
So let them do it.
You’re a little punch drunk now.
In half an hour you’ll realize that
…none of it matters…
You’re Just a frazzled old beatnik at heart
Writing poems, and
telephoning friends before
looking around for a bus ride out of town.