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Daily Archives: January 7, 2012
No Split
Voices, all inside;
division, all inside;
conflict, war, struggle, impatience —
all inside. Nothing to see
here.
Admit it, man;
you’re not fighting
anything except
the lies you tell
to keep yourself
from seeing how you really are.
Your whole belief
of the sounds of your enemies
has never been anything
but the sound
of your own garden growing —
roots breaking stones,
leaves pushing into the light.
Stay still and you can hear it all
Now it won’t sound like you’re not whole
if you’re quiet enough —
yet, who, in fact,
are you talking to now?
Can’t you ever shut up long enough
to tend what you’ve grown?
Loud, Louder, Loudest
Some days,
it’s just one
turbocharged
evocation
after another
and then
there are ones
where you sit around
wondering why
it’s not one
of the other days.
Frankly,
I could do with
a few less of
the former
and a lot more of
the latter;
not every moment
or action
has to have a point
and I’m tired
of getting stuck
and bleeding
because of the ones that do.
Right now, give me
the road and the
loud, louder, loudest
three-chord songs,
and no reason to be
driving except
that’s where those songs
sound best.
Dark Matter 