This had been Jimmy's lifestyle ever since escaping from therapy. Therapy that relentlessly told him that he had to learn how to be quiet, he had to learn to care, he had to learn that others needed his mothers love, and that she needed to give love to others.
In therapy Jimmy was relentlessly told that he was not alone, but that had to learn to be alone. Jimmy had to learn that when his mother closed her bedroom door, with her lover in tow, that she was not forgetting him, not leaving him; except for those few frantic magical moments when she too would be lost to the world.
Jimmy
Named by chance
O how we danced
Yes how did I dance
Boy did chance take me
Pride and circumstance
Came to that dance
The chance of time
Rhymed to shape me
A singer
A poet
A musician
A lover
A sage
All tied up with the rage
The rage
And the repetition
Of the mindful metaphysician
Trapped in his bar-less cage
Morning, morning light
I drive as if on vacation, light-headed
Attractive blonde turns her hand
From the opulence of her leather clad metallic Jaguar convertible
She smiles, mischievous
Gestures for me
To enter onto her pubic highway
Wagner, played loud
This could be Mulholland Drive
From the blue mountains
