I’ve Wrestled Jerusalem…With My Misfits
A poem in two parts
I’ve Wrestled Jerusalem
I’ve walked through the street of Tel Aviv
With young people, like me
We share a beer and a smile
I’ve shambled through the check points
Across the glass the same faces
We share hostility and a scowl
I’ve watch rants about “those fucking Arabs”
Over the foam of my cappuccino
Bitterness in the coffee beans and the voices
I’ve broken bread with photographers
Rubber bullets marked his face
His voice tells me the wounds are not just skin deep
I’ve sat in the splash zones
Closing my eyes against the spittle and bitterness
Lies and half-truths stinging like pepper spray
I’ve paused in silent remembrance
A women and unborn child
Cut by the keen edge of a young man’s desperation
I’ve awoken to my classmate’s snores
Guilty at my annoyance
Across the street children are woken by flashbang’s
I’ve sat in rubble, trash blowing around me
Frustrated by the apathy and dysfunction
Corruption of the will, corruption of the state
I’ve walked toward to the table
“If only you’d come to the table”
I’ve stared glossy eye’d at my computer
Trying to explain to my caller
The invisible stories now etched on my heart
I’ve walked with world travelers
Jumping between worlds
With the ease of a bus ride and a passport
I’ve sat in silence with the brightest
Student, peers, friends,
Humbled by our own ignorance, how little we know
I’ve look in the mirror after a hair cut
The short hair, the tired face
Give me a uniform and I’d be in their place
Today I wrestled Jerusalem
Tomorrow I’ll do so again
Thank God I do not wrestle alone
…With My Misfits
Every good movie starts with a misfit team they say
Like Lord of the Rings, Star Wars…..
And those are the only two that matter anyway
This teams a bunch of poets
Making Raps, haikus…
Looking at us you wouldn’t even know it
We’ve got more card sharks then a poker den
Always Playing “Scum, and “idiot”…
Trust me they stay up way past ten
A pastor, a journalist and biologist walk into a bar
Not a joke, or a story
Just what our Friday nights often are
Since the start each one of us as grown
In mind and in heart
I know it cheesy feel free to groan
Each place or lesson a seed on our hearts
Each memory, each face
Watered by tears and sweat from the hikes we embark
I’m a big softy, this is not unknown
Quite mushy and protective
But at least you got this poem