Thursday, April 16, 2009

331. ON THE DAY I MET FRITZ FANON

ON THE DAY I
MET FRITZ FANON

The wretched of the Earth were all about,
hands-out, beseeching. Every cry of every
ban, every infant's cry of fear - you know the
drill. To make matters worse, it wasn't just
him. Somehow in attendance too were
Catherine Blake and her husband Bill.
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I reeled about once or twice,
seeking a comfort or a solace
in the things I couldn't do - no
practical human connection made,
no genuine human friendship would do.
It all had to be perfect, in Heaven made.
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That's the problem with seeking
a perfect Divine and a perfect Earth.
Neither of them are to be what they say,
and if you still keep trying, you just get hurt.

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