71. Goodbye 2016
I may have to be the one
puts the bullet in
the back of the head of the year
2016. Notice I write in November,
night before Thanksgiving, as if the year’s
murder now will stop future carnage future
white trumps on dope fingering
only the nuclear trigger.
How 2016 the year
the clan re-branded
the year David Bowie found the bardo
room colored electric blue the day
white supremacists were singing Hallelujah
was the day Leonard Cohen chose
to die. The year David Antin looked
at what was ahead and stopped talking.
Leon Russell fell off the tight wire.
Me here looking at the obits
trying not to turn into my Father who’d
read ‘em and laugh he outlived ‘em. Bobby Hutcherson
whose Gotcha overdubs I’d play on WXFM, whose
Ice Cream Man too. Toots Thielemans playing the
Sesame Street theme.
You break a Cubs curse
but I’m a Sox fan.
You pull a Buckwheat Zydeco
out with the Father of Permaculture Bill
farmed suburban lawns while having
an Arnold Palmer engineered in Hackensack
by Rudy Van Gelder.
Gene Wilder knew the common clay of the New West was made up of racist fools
like the ones now running USAmerica.
& I wonder where does all the cancer come from?
And Prince and Gordie Howe
and the last athlete who’d
take a stand like “Ain’t No VC ever
called me..” (you know)
how if you want to
why dontcha start with one Muhammad Ali
as we get a year older
find out if we’re too tired
to re-fight the fights we thought we won decades ago
because the little deaths
are part of the one big death
of the cultural imagination.
I just want to sip bourbon
with Bernie Sanders
and watch a glacier melt.
4:27pm - N.23.16
RIP: Gato Barbieri, Phil Georgeff, Fidel Castro, Tom Hayden, Dan Angerame