"Geezy Cheesy Ma'dam Curry
I am a Lilith in a garden of Eves.
You had green eyes I thought were blue,
BETRAYED BY FAMILY AND FRIENDS
I dreamed a song that echoed in my heart,
The popping sounds abounded.
It's the colour of a warning,
I hear the sound of your phone
I wake with a flat on the bicycle
Is it true that one sees his or her life flashing by in the last moments?
The story behind the reading of my poems represents an age challenge that I am not alone in trying to solve. I refer to the existential challenge embodied in the experience of angst that periodically plagues every individual. The composition of existential angst varies from person to person. No two individuals experience angst in the same manner and their manner of discharging their psychological frustration is as varied. My version of this has generally revolved around the collective state of America's body politic and it subsequent spiritual deterioration.Those who have read my blogs will understand that when I use the term I am not referring to organized religion. I have been a lifelong atheist. Recent events involving attempts by evangelical fundamentalist to replace our democracy with a form of theocracy that is only slightly more liberal than the Taliban has only reinforced my suspicion of orgnized religion. The view that organized religion represented a political struggle, involving unregistered political bodies has become a fixed belief that is unlikely change during my life time. I give credit to the authors of the original bible for crafting a piece of polical propaganda whose content is not without merit, but its intent has been political nature, ensuring as it does that those who follow it embrace codified forms of behavior.