a red sea of burning bridges

as a boy i
swam in a red
sea of burning

i saw my face
on wanted posters
covered in blisters burning
my shadow in

and now if i
dance like a ghost
it's because i wear
the skin of invisible

only the sun may
speak my name whispered
on the lips of
this generation's underground railroad
its revolution just about
ready to protest and
sing out loud our
full tilt boogie

waking up on november 27

every year on my birthday
when i think about
my grandfather rolling over
in his grave just
long enough to push
death's snooze button for
what seems like eternity
but is little more
than a man made
decade i have a
moment of silence for
silence in hell they
whisper my dreams hours
spent betting on longshots
dark horses and black
sheep in a country
where there is little
difference between a peep
show and a confessional
the ghosts pull wool
over my eyes the
fabric of the american
dream i try to
remember his last words
one last time before
i fall back to

John Dorsey currently resides in Toledo, OH. He is
the author of "Harvey Keitel, Harvey Keitel, Harvey
Keitel" with S.A. Griffin and Scott Wannberg,
Butchershop Press/Rose of Sharon Press/Temple of Man,
2005, and "Moshing With The Cosmos" with Iris Berry,
Magenta Press, 2005. He can be reached at

2007 Underground Voices