A poem for Marc Maron

Simple disgust
Is not enough
You must spit
Or want to spit
If you are not near a curb or sidewalk planter
It is understandable
One must draw the line somewhere
When spitting

Feeling the weight of the world
All the strain of the known universe
The known
That exists
Between two ears
And other muscle memory locations
Synced up
Ready to burn against that which it holds dear
Namely
Its conductor
Major operator

The balls
Or audacity
Is oft attributed to having some testosterone
Left to spare
But perhaps
It's a learned behavior
That can be brought to the surface
In defense
Of that which is most scary --
Independent action
Commitment
Life saving or life taking measures
All of which require
Nothing more than practice
--
7.26.11

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