Had a pretty good time manning the Libertarian table at Hemp Fest ... they had really good bands non-stop all day. The only problem came at night when we were supposed to have had folks coming to break down the thing, and nobody showed up. Neither of us had a car there ... so we just had to box stuff up as best we could and left it under the table. I hope it was all there today when things started up again.
This weekend was yet another "trip through the blender" ... but really notable about how awful I felt this morning ... just "doom city" ... hence this poem:
NOT WHERE WE WOULD AWAKE
a deep despairing
inexplicable anguish
and dire depressing dread
sweep through the morning
grip self with terrors
yet unnamed ...
what bane is this?
what revelation of what doom?
perhaps our dreams
held horrors that
we can not recall,
perhaps in sleep
day's nightmares came
and tainted sweet oblivion
with reality's harsh bile
redoubled in the heart
why does this dawn
weigh so hard
upon the soul?
why should this day
feel so poisoned,
so full of hazard
of cataclysmic failure
and malignant fates?
we feel
as though awakening
half hanging off
some precipice,
suddenly unveiled
as immanently at risk
with visceral drops
and on-rushing threats
what wall has failed
which held this flood?
what cloth has lifted
which cloaked our eyes
from this looming menace?
what trap has opened
beneath our feet
to reveal this gallows here?
- Brendan Tripp
05/20/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp