Listen to the audioclip of this poem from the album wORD dEBRIS.

 

Ironman for Chuck Legros
 


I've made it!

I've finally found the Ironman
 + I'm here dumfounded, 
   because I thought he was erased.

            Flipping thru
            A book of empty pages,
            Changed to color,
            Like a 3rd grade magic trick.

I'm no magician.
This is no comic book.
He's no hero.
Virginia is an awakening.

I overwhelm him to meet his level in spirit.
I understand him like no one else.

He needs me,
 + I hurt his loose sanity with religeon.
 
 + You know,  
   These aren't the golden years!
   Can't turn ghosts to life!
   I'm just a student!
   "A Butt-Lick!"

              sTOP pREACHING!!!


   He wants to run!
   This is his world!
   Where can he go?
   To bed...
   I end the machine + pace.

   I love him.



The morning light brings vibrance.
I can hardly wait for our explosion.
Is there more color than color?
More day when it breaks?
When we see dew, we remember...
My feeling in words,
His feeling in bass,
        +
I will lighten my weight,
  walking beside him 
             in poolhalls,
                     in silver diners,
                                in the midst of our demons.

                                        I blink my eyes 
                                               +
                                        I'm looking back...  tHAT fAST!