Tangled Up

(from “Liner Notes”)

Breeding greed, the
land where
old America
only faintly hearing
dreams in the shadows
on walls.
No politician anywhere.
The sign posts
hard, cold-blooded,
embracing night & wind.
To state things plainly.
Riverbanks bouncing
against the
chaos of feeling.
Kiss her, or
speak of regret,
dignity, generosity.
You’re making love to her–
Listen, if we work at it
art tells us what to feel:
not to remain a boy

Roger Hecht, 2017

Remixed work:
Liner Notes for Bob Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks, by Pete Hamill