my first grey chest hair
layers and layers and layers of life
many years lived
and many more still
as I get get older,
etchings on a karmic scale
wrinkles now, and a weathered face
my first grey chest hair
perfectly centered at my heart,
so said She.
She. How many have said to me
that She and me make a great couple
and this is true
and the grey hairs could grow to many
with Her
inside, though, a rebellious spirit:
i cannot settle
i will not settle
until i can settle
a score
which has everything to do with me,
and everything to do with a world
both personal and political
because i take revolution as seriously
as i take my personal evolution
i watch my grey hairs grow
and the wrinkles i don’t mind when they’re formed from my smile
but the aching muscles,
and the baggy eyes
like i’m turning 65 –
gotta let that go
for sure, time is moving fast and
i’m rather lost on this carousel.
anyone that tells me or acts like they aren’t lost,
as if they’ve got a grasp
generally appears to me to be either over-confident, or willfully ignorant,
or blindly ignorant, like a stock marketeer in 1929
so much over-confidence in this world,
that i find it funny when people find me meek
when in my mind, i’ve just met our maker
ahead of the others
and with this maker i’m making plans
working on the long-term vision
perhaps however at some cost to my youth,
cause it ain’t easy to hang with the reaper.
so what’s the formula again?
two parts wisdom one part youth?
i feel like an alchemist that created a new potion
self-administered at age 18 for testing purposes,
dosed myself up,
and i finally just finished peaking
you’re reading my observations
I’m Shiraz S. Thomson
in 6 years i’ll write the conclusion.
just at the end of this merry illusion.
see you there, my love, see you there!