in shops after closing
goods speak of their origins
in sweatshops
fine workspaces
or deep mazes
of monstrous factories
to speak of
where they might go from here
is taboo
as this is one moment
they have to be themselves
before they are pawed
and examined
then purchased
then owned
and then
changed by ownership
into something else
whether they become
utilitarian
and neglected
eventually broken and
discarded or
heirlooms
precious holders
of promise
and memory
ownership changes them
charges them with others’ energy
that is not what they entered with
and that will take away
more or less
their own
so while they can
they speak to one another
in dark shops
about where they came from
and what they are
taking their moment
before
we change them
into ours
Dark Matter 
September 30th, 2016 at 9:52 am
This piece is so much deeper than its surface level. Great work!! Truly.
September 30th, 2016 at 9:55 am
Thank you very much.
A little background: among my various creative endeavors is The Duende Project, a jazz-funk-rock band that includes me doing poetry and a little guitar here and there…Last night we played a gig and ended with a group jam. I freestyled a little bit over the music about what goes on inside a music store after hours…this grew (and darkened up quite a bit) from that.
September 30th, 2016 at 10:06 am
Very interesting project to be a part of. I like the sound of that.
I have always found it fascinating, as well, where a piece like this starts compared to where it ends. Sometimes the simple ideas end up having the most layers.
Very cool story. Thanks for sharing!
September 30th, 2016 at 10:11 am
Thanks. If you’re interested in more about that, check out theduendeproject.com.