You’ve Got Me on a SeeSaw Baby! – POEM

by Tony Shea on April 4, 2014


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I’m sorry
but I will not be able to look
at any more pictures of dogs drowning
in the heavy rains
or bleeding and abused
stabbed and tortured
with their sad up-turned eyes
waiting in the kill shelters
for their executions.

I’m sorry but I will not
attend your fundraiser.

I’m sorry but I can’t sign
your petition
or join any mailing lists.

I’m sorry
but I will not be able to support
political causes
and action committees
that hope to legalize
or criminalize
or elect anyone.

I’m sorry but I won’t be
rooting for
your team
to win the big game.

I’m sorry but I can’t help
you move
or pick you up at the airport.

I’m sorry
but I can’t attend
your real estate seminar
your time share presentation
your charity bake sale
your child’s six month
birthday party
fly half way around the world
for your second wedding.

I’m sorry,
but I will not
be able
to sympathize
with the children burned alive
in India
gunned down
in Mexico
poisoned with radiation
in Russia
dead in earthquakes
in Japan
dead anywhere
from neglect and abuse
on their prom nights.

I’m sorry
But I will not be able to ingest
any more
of the world’s horror
however urgently you feel
that I must
hoping that I will choke
back sobs
as you tell me about
a wrongfully convicted
on death row
a group of trapped
coal miners
an armless boy who plays the piano.

I’m sorry
but from now on
when it comes to dogs
I can only be concerned
with funny dogs
catching Frisbees
in large green parks
on hot Saturday afternoons
rewarded with biscuits
and rawhide.

When it comes to people,
I’m only interested in
spaced out on their blankets
along the sand
in the summer
like a map of treasures
waiting for the night
so they can go out dancing.

When it comes to activity
I only care about stretching out in my bed
late into the afternoon
soothed by the music from the
accordion of my dreams.

I’m sorry
but I can’t end up there with you again
and your grief
your missing teenagers
your rare blood disorders
your floods and mudslides
your school bus crashes
your down economy
your fears about China
and high gas prices
your despair about
the wars taking place
and the young men and
women used as grist for the mill.

I’m sorry
but I just don’t seem to care
about any
of the things
that give your life meaning.

I only care about my life

here and now
and right this second
on this ruthlessly
hot August day
your underwear

And for that,

I’m not sorry.

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Tony Shea ( Editor-in-Chief, New York)

Tony Shea is based in New York, having recently moved from Los Angeles after more than a decade on the sunny coast. His short films have won numerous awards and screened at major festivals around the world including Comic-Con. As a musician, he is the lead singer for Los Angeles rock n’ roll band Candygram For Mongo (C4M) who has been a featured artist on Clear Channel Radio’s Discover New Music Program and whose songs have been heard on Battlestar Gallactica (Syfy Channel) and Unhitched (Fox) among other shows and films.

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