I Need Not See What You’re Doing

A poem from “Through San Francisco, DARKLY” by Judson Vereen

I need not see what you’re doing,
the Bellower is calling, calling
It echoes, but it is slight decayed,
and the bell-ringer is stalling,

(Justice sings the tower of song,
and is lovely as the day is long)

I need not see what you’re doing,
the bird of prey is diving, diving,
towards again, it’s victim worm,
in a pram, writhing

I need not see what you’re doing,
the armory is paying, paying,
fortunes to those, without clothes,
and filming them while playing

(where the devil came to stay,
you stood naked in the alleyway)

I need not see what you're doing
go on dear, and get to the ol’ repairing, repairing,
up yonder to the white puffy clouds,
rolling in, and never caring,

(did you holiday in that place where the ocean’s clear?
I heard the weather is excellent ‘round this time of year)

I need not see what you’re doing
and I’ve been learning, learning,
up yonder those clouds again,
watching the hills burning,

I need not see what you're doing
did a song go unsung, unsung,
It’s always — and only the lonely,
those who choose life,
but dare die young.

for LRJ

September 2013

B. 1986. American artist and author. Writing to contribute to the improvement of public discourse. Opinion/considerations/art criticism/poetry

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