mOOnwalking: i am michael jacksOn

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Let me preface this Imaginary MichaelJackson Tune by admitting that I have ignored Michael Jackson (except for the inescapable headlines) since Thriller, until now. If he’s actually dead, and stays that way, then all this weirdness of the past twenty years with him might have a slightly different twist. The obvious conclusion to any casual observers was that Jackson was a pedophile. Maybe too obvious.

Because…aren’t pedophiles sneaky about this activity? And who could be sneakier than this ultra-rich megalomaniac with worldwide access? If he wanted to be?

Nevertheless, Jackson interviewed openly about his relationship with young boys, even after the writing was on the wall. Odd, if one is only protecting a marketable image (see Tom Cruise).

Makes me wonder. There might be a unique breed of narcissist here that truly deserves some sort of legendary status.

Imagine, if you will, that from your earliest memories everyone was looking to you for leadership. Thanks to Joe Jackson, everyone focused on Michael’s magical musical gene-blessing and framed it, bringing it to fruition…

…just as I hope to conjure up a ghost of a return even now…

I’m hearing a beat…a bass…

….as if He had one more song to present…

They look at me

For something new

Never seen before

Surprise us, too

All look at me

Don’t punish them

Because you see

I’m fresh again

They can’t do what

I’m born to do

But never fear

I’ll take them through

Music is our way out. We’ve got to be the best.

There I am, it’s in me

And I become the rest

Watch me. They do it like me!

They know me. I’m not like other guys.

I can afford

to stay innocent.

And Protected, see? –

I can afford to believe

the world is me.

My voice - my instrument. Wind. Strings. Percussion.

My body - my canvass. Instigator of discussion.

A musical mime. With something new each time.

From walking on the moon

My fantasy comes soon

I make my whole bad world

And they wait for me to tell them

what to do…

Got to give them something new.

Music. Costume. Mask.

I watch myself and I ask

What do they see?

I watch them watching back at me.

They all were children once. But I never was.

I wonder what it’s like? Don’t know because

I was always this. No dreaming, playing, running free –

And they want something new. And everyone knows me.

Change for them, surprise them

Give them something new.

Boys, come here!

I want to be one of you!

Jesus juice! They hit me with numbers

A 35 year old man with a toy for every boy!

But numbers are expectations.

Turning points. Markers in a lifetime. No joy.

My clock is off. I’m naked in their cameras.

Stripped of dignity. I belong to them, yeah, I’m a slave.

I am strange. I am creepy. I am a joke.

How could my sister say those things, she could have saved the day!

Children are innocent.

I am innocent.

No matter how much I find out.

Who are these trolls running about?

My world? This is

My world, my design

Old trolls need to go

I want my childhood back – forever!

Only believers surround me.

I need to know…

I can shape the world.

Change again – dazzle them, with a surprise!

Stun them all as I go shopping with my eyes

I’ll take two of those, and that and this,

and four of those and that one.

And one kid and two kids and three kids

My children.

But how can I teach them to grow up?

And why would I do that to them?

Why would I be cruel, make them

sing instead of school?

I’ll teach them to always be children!

And to make a world of the good, where

people are kind and love each other!

See? There you are! My believers! My believers! If only I could bring you all home!

I thrust my baby out to them! I showed her in her glory!

I presented her – Presented -! It’s me!

I don’t make physical mistakes! She was safe! You know that I

Have never missed a beat, dropped a line, lip-synced a song, and I

could never drop her.

I have spoken!

To trial, to error, I stumble into their world.

Don’t you know me?

A 50 year old man.

Too tired to change again? It’s harder every day.

Up on the stage – and now what do I find?

I was music! It was me! Moving, singing, staring, hey?

I can’t hear it through the noises in my mind.

I move. I sing. I stare.

From childhood to old age.

But where?

Where is the magic?

They killed it now, I cried

They killed the magic. I proved myself.

It died.

I want my milk.

Who’s got milk?

Sleep well.

I tried.

A belated eulogy to a guy I never understood….

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