MAGIC
THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC
Keely Smith died this week Louis Prima’s diva
Sexy in a 1950’s kittenish way Tight tight tops
Pointy bras Pert bob Faux impertinence You
have to wonder though if Louis was prone to rages
Black moods? Why else would she appear his plaything?
Keely part Cherokee part Irish A woman of her time Seen
but not heard Louis’ first girlfriend All the boyz I know still
love their 1st girlfriends Except for one bro whose first was likely
his last Beat him senseless often Unfinished loves leave a trail:
of burn marks about the chest
Once in grade 7 my bff (a dead ringer for Joni Mitchell named Joni)
+ I clomped down the stairs at high school trying to figure out the
difference between: destination + destiny The Vice Principal behind
us stopped to ponder But he didn’t seem to have been slipped the answer
A thick set man squarejawed +Narc-ish
Perhaps there is no difference We have all lived lives of unfinished business
Destinations impossible to reach Like the horizon that keeps moving or the
dream of my parents going on a trip their destination impossible to ascertain
Perpetual unconscious fog gets in the way Repetition compulsions +chasing
your rotting tail
Destiny a place you get to but your body is no longer a player The destination
a place where your bliss will be handed to you on a silver platter +you won’t
recognize it nor will you need it So what did Joseph Campbell New Age guru
mean when he said: Follow your bliss He meant that you are the only likely
destination So stop searching and sit down in that chair
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..if you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there
all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you
are living. Joseph Campbell
Winter Solstice 2017 RIP Keely Smith no man’s sidekick..
