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any day

can be the lucky one,

or the one with your number

written all over it, 123

507 in the poet’s case,

walking out

the front door

of the penitentiary,

8:30 p.m.

14 years ago today,

two times 7 years the cycle

of struggle, to make it through

in one piece, on the yard

or in these streets, “anyone

who can pick up a frying pan

owns death,” burroughs said,

& sometime in new york city

coming home from the recording studio

walking up to his front door,

john lennon with a gun

stuck in his face,

oh,

oh, sweet giant of song,

with heart of huge dimension

& eyes deep in the sky,

there has to be a day

when each of us must pass

beyond this tedious sphere,

to enter some wondrous place

of which we do not know

whether we're ready or not,

some other place or space

out of time

where no punk with a weapon

will ever press you again

or blow off your face

out of the depths

of his madness, no one

will hold us

against our will

in a cell with bars in front

& back, 6 feet by 4 feet

by 8 feet high,

no one will take us

out of our natural lives

& send us away from here

by means of some murderous fantasy

in which we are denied

everything we have lived for—

oh please let us die

at the end of our own time

& not before, free

in our world of strife,

let us have life

as long as we can

& please, let there be men

like monk & john lennon

to share of their hearts

& light up our ways

as long as we may live



—detroit

friday, december 13 >

december 30, 1985

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