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In Search Of A Few Good Lines

by Chris Sorrenti

"What moved you today?"
I ask myself
in search of a few good lines
but good lines are like good men
not easily found
too many are corrupt
and others just don’t give a damn

I then imagine myself as an Eliot Ness
but a little touched
plying old Chicago with a LazerJet in my hand
writing out my own search warrants
but I was a drunkard when Prohibition was illegal
then gave it up for the love of a son
and a little boy I once was

I remember Woodstock all those years ago
shocked by the sight of men with long hair
how strange some still look today
spent several years staggering
with a pharmacy on my back
long after Haight Ashbury
then John Lennon showed me the holes in his chest
does anybody remember John Lennon???

"What moved you today?"
I ask myself
but all too often nothing does
History and Emotion hard at work
but sometimes I just can’t tune in

What’s really stabbing my heart
is hard to define
it’s elusion or illusion
whichever is easiest to find
something I heard the other day
about a religion I’ve long since abandoned

A good man said after:
“Large donations preferred
but smaller accepted”
“When we die we don’t got to Heaven
at least not straight away
but instead go to sleep till the end of the world
then are judged by the number of our corruptions
how many times we didn’t give a damn”

© 1992

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Posted on 09/21/2015
Copyright © 2022 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/23/15 at 01:06 AM

at the end of the end, I'll take what is heaped upon me; be it salvation or damnation; I will have worked hard for one or the other by doings or undoings - but i tend to believe when I go on to the next, I'll simply find myself at the beginning of another cycle through life - perhaps at the other end of the proverbial table.

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