Upon Reading David MacGregor

(an unexpected turn:)

Upon reading David McGregor,
It occurred to me that I want, nay, I choose to be neither impressive nor polished,
For impressive and polished are fitting for objects,
Like a gem or a spear or an arrow,
Which I also have inside, in abundance, but they’re but pieces, shards,
Not my own true nature,
Which is: vast and rumbling and burning and evaporating and scattering
And flying and hopfrogging around yet trying not to plan a grand revenge,
Or planning a revenge yet never executing, 
As it’s one thing to read Poe’s story or speak about revolutions, 
And it is a completely different one to carry it out,
Making sure that it runs smoothly, folks burn as they should, 
And believe me- the smell is horrid.
So, we rumble and ramble and burn ourselves from within and try to contain what we are,
And whatever spills out is some element, unruly and strange and not polished, 
Not because it can’t be turned into an instrument-
But because otherwise we’d betray ourselves, and kill you, inadverently
And we choose not to, 
Each one in their own way-
Neither David nor me. 

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David MacGregor and everybody,

stay safe, y’all

Love,

Chen Alias April