The “Under card”
Like the anthropomorphic “underdog” with his shoe shining enterprise
and constantly needing to protect Polly Purebred’s bountiful form. “Are
you in trouble again Polly? Yes, “Undie”…”oh where, oh where has my
little dog”…”are you a man or a mouse?”
“Here I am to save the day.”…with poetic flow. A boxer mentality satisfied
with my position on the team.
Not the master of metaphor, throwing them out with such synchronized precision,
that no one ever sees them coming. Until they’ve sat you down in a chair,
sat on your lap, slapped your face, laughed mischievously, and then leaped into the
lap of another just as you’re getting used to it.
No, I’m not that poet. More a child like prodigy, though I’m a full grown man.
More an enigma, with Charlie Brown like profundity. You think I can’t hold
my bat, however, I am manager of a team of miscreants who never quite understood
The concept of We over Me.
This stage is our arena. Don’t step tritely into this atmosphere. It’s not a place
for borrowed thoughts, or narcissistic leanings. We’ll be gleaning precious fruit
from propagatory meanings. Basically, everyone gets fed; no one left for dead.
Like, media thought, where whole communities are misrepresented by sounds that
bite. They think they’re the Big Dogs and they’ve purchased the TIME, so they
own the MESSAGE.
Fact is, IMAGERY is not TRUTH. A large concept that it will take some a lifetime
to wrap their minds around. Which is why COMMERCIALS…and ISM’s, so deftly
reach into the pockets of your mind and pick and stimulate just the right impulse
that will send you flying into their world.
I mean, Diamond and Pearls, with a Round the Way Girl? Who could resist? That
is futile…you’ve been assimilated by subconscious thought.
…and poets will be separating you from THOSE nanoprobes for the rest of your life.
So, never stop coming to a reading…or never stop seeking pages that aren’t on the
Best Seller List or part of Oprah’s Book Club.
Instead, consult writers themselves for their favorite TOMES…and hear the Drumbeat
Of a Distant Drummer or the Loneliness of a Long Distance Runner.
Find out it’s a Brave New World and that you better put on your Thinking Caps and
be rocking some Intellectual Property.
Which you can buy from me the Originator of this segment of thought…and yet
I will lead you to the many other artists, displayed in my Directory and be the first
one to tell you, you should buy from them.
See, I wasn’t raised to be a sell fish, piranha picking ideas from those who are wealthy in thought.
My mother flipped that page when she lost her ability to speak, walk, and move…and I there by
her side….and she gracious enough To let me help…and we walked in Arboretorial gardens and
saw the delightful dance of the purple primed Orchids and bravely challenged the mystery of the
jungle woods and I believed she was healed in the herbal mist that put a new twist on the modernity
of medicine with Ayurvedic principles for the length of life.
Lucky Baldwin introduced Pavos Cristus, the P Fowl in the late 1800’s. How Funky is
That? pre dating George Clinton by like 100 years and P, no, he didn’t, by even more.
And shouldn’t we explore the botanical roots of our existence and perhaps find an alternative to
fossil fuels and endless shelving of pharmaceuticals?
Are these thoughts too radical? Like slavery and genocide in the Sudan and civil war
In Iraq. Better run for cover, better take sides, better divide…and…is that truly the
way to conquer…hate and fear.
Chew on these words and digest them slowly. It’s cornucopia time, just pull your
chair up to the Salad bar and pick and choose with Will. Just make room for your
Neighbor. This Celestial feast is Kindness and the last shall be first and the first shall be last.
There is a wedding, and there is a fountain dipped with blood drawn from Immanuel’s veins
and sinners plunged beneath the flood lose all their guilty stains.
© Kirk Parker