NU-JAZZ PUNK BLUES
It’s easy to count your losses and blame yourself.
You quickly scramble for compensation..
Scolding from loved ones echo thru your mind…
IT’S TIME TO PAY THEM BACK [but how?]….
You BUCK UP & become who they said you SHOULD be.
You abandon your instincts.
You eliminate what seemingly has not worked for you.
You throw away clothes, music, etc. – identifiers of your “failed” existence:
You delete your social media.
You change your area code.
You comb your hair to the side.
You join a gym.
You start tanning.
You start speaking the King’s English.
You approach women whom normally wouldn’t give you the time of day…
You hang out at Starbucks:
Punk Rock, Fast and Pray
HAYES STREET VERSE
aside mountain croiX;
burn aside, road rail..
A Slow Suicide
the pakistani painter’s studio
a shrine to her lost self
the finer things
the darkest corner
her dust-laden studio
Zen-like life-Force >
the flow of ideas quickens beyond chronicle..
My last liberal cup
of coffee astral projected
from Hyde Park to Riverside
one late weekday morning..
No longer ‘agreeing’
with conservative ideas,
I now live and breathe them;
In other words,
no longer a liberal
‘I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.’ -Redbone proverb
In 2008, I was informally introduced to the business world in a Saint Paul, Minnesota café:
As a creative Artist with an extensive not-for-profit background, I was found to be an asset to a budding Social Entrepreneur with extensive financial management experience. This former international banking executive, though commercially astute, was clueless as to how to apply his expertise to a non-profit situation. I witnessed him make mistake after mistake as he desperately sought a way to use his skill set to “help kids”; however, this gentleman’s plight was much deeper…