Flow Business

it is said I’m
becoming too intimate
in my writing
on stage and the
flow is not what it was
from a man
who is himself a showman
which is funny
because you think
he’d understand it himself how
the flow doesn’t always
appear to flow
you can’t make it sit
roll over play dead
be a good boy or
stop its true breath
it just may expose a humanity
in one of some of us somewhere
then all the thrown up
eggs will give back
bits of the rock and roll
some meaning
if that is after all
a thing you’re jumping after
I just go along through it
trusting it like I have
for years and not some
half criticism dribbled out…
I’m not saying it’s not welcome
but none such as that
is ever going to stop me
nor some childish half century
rich boy with his head eternally
up his ass blinded by
the worst of all our jealousies
and zen cruelties, long winded
insincere apologies falling flatly
world handed down wholly on monies
bored sickly drunkenly and dumbly…
pining over what he threw out
and cannot get back and if
that has anything to do with me
these insecurities you should
probably sign back to yourself
since I am Nice nice nice
my silence for some only
brings out the worst in others
here, half-baked speculations
and the notion the only place
emotions bleed and twist and turn
is in the eyes of snake inside a man
you can’t take the business
out of the man