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It’s been a year since I/you/us lost Evan. To measure a year in seconds minutes days weeks months; a lie. This past year measured in words, grasping of friends, lovers, family. Inviting the sky back in. The ground hard, unyielding, uncompromising unless followed by rain by tears. The understanding of horizon. Setting of the son.

God I love the spring

God I love the spring

The sun on my fat Face

It’s 69 degrees and, I am in Bay View
Eating Burger King

“Money Pit”
under the stars

Avalon


Evan Tyson

8-27-06

damp &
electric
travels piggy back a live wire
today brings the comfort
that there will no comfort
dilettantes of honesty
i try to learn something new
every day &
sometimes that something is the same
though every day is different
where the sky is blue, right now i believe yesterday
expanded the color spectrum to include his voice
he is back
remain alert

JT

suicide watch #1

in this time of darkness
in my time of greed
day drags puppets on a string
you gave me knowledge
laughed that i had no common sense
sparred as brothers
shared all
morning's crack to last call
i'm sorry
so sorry
hold my shoulders pull me back
never want to disengage these talks
détente
walk
stumble
jump
my blood yrs
yr eyes mine
our dreams realize
nightmare launches midnight attack
yr reinforcements back me up
oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooo
in this hour of greed
never can
watch the simpsons again

JT


#3

into black whiteness
you have taken me
to the edge
you have walked me
to the end
you have left me
into day i move as rob zombie
take this hurt from these shoulders
and burn
this love together
burn our love together
burn
burn
burn our love
forever
into white blackness you have taken me
to the edge you have walked me
to the end you have found me
burn &
burn
& burn
forever

JT


farmer’s almanac

he started out
few lines of oxy
couple hard ciders
then 25¢ beers @ club?
same cocktail killed his brother.
we moved to a farm before i was 13
quickly learned crop rotation
you vary yr crop from year to year or at least every other
not to deplete soil’s nutrients
some farmers did it
some ignored, no one starved.
my father let our fields grow wild.
i’d mow from spring to fall
8-10 hours.
in those hours
i understood.
35 years later
rarely walk the same streets
lovers too full of potassium
so never stand behind me
unless you want a face full of salt.
i moved.
my planet was soon lit by 2 suns.
eventually crop rotation fails
identity comes with purpose
& purpose breath.
i depend on concrete of language
what i read i believe
what i see i deny.
i wear his brother’s wallet
cowboy boots
move from farm to farm teaching children crop rotation
what we bring to
what’s left in our path.

JT


4-3-03

2 down to go right? i guess it always goes as such…
irony is about to run repent, call your local zoo, police, call ridge and rumsfeld
they might have something to say,
“I killed your baby today and it doesn’t matter to me as long as it’s dead”
life imitates art
on screen suicide
off screen self inflicted homicide
edwin starr was never in big star, I am sure bill dempsey and alex chilton had a moment of sorrow
let’s wait with popcorn in hand to see who completes this hat trick
i wanna watch the war like a movie, sedate myself
you won a pulitzer prize
see you later, who cares about art, there’s a war goin’ on
an iranian makes number 3
i am sad to be alive
i won’t live in a country that lets it’s heroes die


Cheers…

Evan Tyson


explanation

the villagers can never
launch all their ships
at the same time
they must leave
one at a time
pray for each other's safe passage
& once again reunite within
this vast green sea
exhale
sink
relieved
retrieved
i walk in my sleep
sound of water crashes
against teeth
i understand violence
i understand love
don't understand how light moves
or robert anton wilson
but when ezra pound reads
everything around bangs
all sound confuses though cranks as machine
that i get
like fried eggs
a simple meal
but eating unborn
isn't a gentle repast
something Evan could see
stand & say yes or no
i live near the river
they find everything from coke bottles to children in it
& we live in a time that everyone understands the word slaughter
i watch boats go into deep water
i sigh
it seems to be nature
nurture
the villagers can never
launch all their ships
at the same time
they must leave
one at a time &
pray for each other's safe passage
& once again reunite within
this vast green sea
we are never so blessed except in each other's arms
nor can we exhale & sink
without that
blessing
that kiss
that good night that
sweet prince.

JT



Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.


Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.


Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.


Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

- Dylan Thomas

http://www.jsonline.com/story/index.aspx?id=460078

http://www.onmilwaukee.com/buzz/omcetc/articles/tysonevan.html