Scott C. Dragoo

 


children 
hum your organs sad song to sleep




you play
	your sad    
			 song 
				
					on that cheap     
								old   
									organ


			the sad organ


					and one day

				mothers will hum that same     
			sad   
		song
	to their children   
at bedtime

		
			until they sleep


							(mothers hum
								   to put the children to sleep)



                                             
standing, still

and you stand there
there
you stood
standing with your hand in
your pocket
the pocket of your shirt
full
full of cigarettes and exertia
full like your pockets with your hands
you stand there
with your pockets in your hands
and you whistle out loud
standing against the sidewalk
leaning against a light pole
whistling
with your pockets in your hands
and your pocket full of cigarettes
and ya whistle
cuzz its all God damned
but it ain’t so bad
cuzz we all got it God damned
and we all know it
and if we don’t know it
we’re the more of the God damned
than anyone else
so it ain’t so bad
we all got it good
and we’re all God damned
whistling
with our pockets in our hands

 




Hot outside, cold down here, where I write, where I write my words, words and nonsense, nonsense and words, nonwords, wordsense, I write purely for profit, purely for the profit of my limbic system a thing they sometimes confuse for the soul, I write for the profit of one or two good eyes to chuckle once or twice from what the see, I profit from making someone think once, I profit from giving someone an idea if only briefly and if only for the etch a sketch, I profit from disturbing the uninitiated.
I forget my age when I write, I forget Im a man, I forget Im a human, I am just a device that batters together strange symbols that someone told me is a word, a sentence, a paragraph.
I don't care for rules or oppression, I don't care for the unscrupulous that flock about me or for the places they eat and swim.
I am just another thing this universe shat out as it did all things and one day it will swallow me back up as it does all things and when this happens I will again be gone.

scott draGOO, marco maisto and
BC aka Paul Gidding participate
in readings regularly in Iowa City.
           scott draGOO
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Wood Magazine
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debut
October 2002
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