To Know Something
- poetry by Doug Dramie

To Know Something

To know I don’t take
any shit from anyone,
is a step in the
right direction, a step into tomorrow
As I age this fact becomes
most clear and the foundation solid

Authorities of all kinds: Politicians
Organized Bigots
Cops of every sort
Religious Fanatics
The Literary Mafia
The Ruling Class
Fat cats and chicks who attempt to get
in my face and life, with their so-called power

I know none of them can find any true love,
no true love at all.
I know all their plastic and
counterfeit souls sizzle in the light of rude truth
I know their hearts are the only meat
served at the banquets in hell.
To know something, to truly know something
is a beautiful and liberating thing.
You might call it arrogant.
You might call it pretentious
You might call it foolish.
I call it the main reason I get up in the morning

Doug Draime (1943-2015) emerged as a presence in the 'underground' literary movement in the late1960's in Los Angeles, California. A Senior Literary Editor for The Commonline Journal, Draime's books include: Knox County (Kendra Steiner Editions) and Los Angeles Terminal (Covert Press), Boulevards Of Oblivion (Tainted Coffee Press), Farrago Soup (Coatlism Press), and More Than The Alley (Interior Noise Press). Draime was awarded PEN grants in 1987 and 1992. Born in Vincennes, Indiana, Draime lived in the foothills of Oregon since the early 1980's until his death in 2015.