A Fine Madness

I can watch.
Old movie reviewer habit.
Experience and process at same time.

Don't know about "best minds of my generation" label.
(Won't dispute the plural, though.)
No "angry fix at dawn."
But the howl returns.
The Return of the Howl.

Watching the madness sink in.
Seeing the American lies.
Unable to go along, fit in.
Unable, or maybe -- I admit it -- unwilling, to remain silent.

Have to write that review.
It's a calling, without reprieve, until I can relocate
Someplace where I won't understand,
Where the syllables are too new, too foreign,
To carry implication or inflection.

Not that there won't be lies.
But I can watch again,
Like a child
And almost believe.