Self Portrait in A Poem

By jonLyndon



Goodbye old portrait of whom you know
turn aside self paintings of what you sow
weather's worn, the City scraped
last place mourn all such fables raped,
the exits

exist below.

Things ain't what they used to be
ain't no doubt about that; the taxis
and the trains, the blood on the tracks;
it's an epic zoo, these mad-box-marbles
out of our hats,

these three tone-poems crepuscular in blue
and blues, by the birds of Cabala fire,
our railway cats,
in the shapes of all my self-deceptions
desolation's road
who I am I am and I am

existing low.

Dimensions in the moments burned
of karma, my foolish ghost-soul blurred
trinkle, trinkle
A off minor
b# flat
the best damn blues-jazz is green
a rhtyhm-a-ning
even Steve Vai plays "Goodbye Pork Pie Hat"

I saw the ferryman to the dead-land
sailing across tomorrow, yesterday
he said, "I'll lend you my cold white hand"
into the autumn river beneath bone-moon
too soon, today, today, too soon
I kept my pennies for another year
but sooner or later he'll find me there.

"Goodbye old portrait of whom you know
turn aside self paintings of what you sow..."

Goodbye to all the portraits... I thought I'd, tried,
I never realised... I, must've... killed you all...
back into my Paradise, tied & unbound;
haunting the everyday price; wanton & sound.

Another city,
another last-lost train station;
the horizon empty...
only the mad-ravens ever seem to listen.

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Copyright 2010 jonLyndon
Published on Friday, October 1, 2010.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Cassette On Wednesday, December 20, 2017, Cassette (1378)By person wrote:

    feels like a black and white movie, softly static'd

  • Anth On Sunday, October 3, 2010, Anth (1142)By person wrote:

    I have been reading this over and over for the last few days, It is as much like listening to music as reading a poem in the rhythms and atmosphere it has, elegant, calming, lyrical, clever and transient, one of my favourite poems in quite a while

  • A former member wrote: very film.y, slightly veiled, cabaret.ish.......this developed like a vintage photo.....so poignant and filled with remembers. and vignettes in the rounded corners. an elegant piece as always.

  • carlosjackal On Friday, October 1, 2010, carlosjackal (2440)By person wrote:

    Jon, Jon...Pure 100% distilled through the poetic lense....Jon. This reads as though inspired by the famous Bob Dylan quote about Dylan not knowing who that person he once was back in the 60s etc. Love it :)

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