Low enough today
to be unable
to reach my guitar
even though it’s
right there hung just
above eye level
on the wall.
Forget about the amp,
I’m carrying enough
already. It’s not like
I have any place to go
and play tonight
so I’ll sit and think about
how I’ve got
nothing going on
and even if I did
I’d have no reason
to stretch out my hand.
Daily Archives: October 31, 2022
A Song Too Far
Anything But Fine
I’m dying I say
and you say I’m going to be fine
and I’m dying I say and you say
fine. You’re going to be fine. We’re all
going to be fine. You’re dying
and I’m dying and that’s fine.
Nothing that inevitable
can ever be anything but fine.
I’m scared I say and you say
I’m going to be fine and
you are going to be safe. I’m scared
I say and you say there’s no reason
to be scared. I’m dying I say
and you say fine. I’m fine, you’re fine.
It used to mean fuckable, now it means
dark is the night and cold is the ground
no matter how fine you are so you can’t be
anything but fine.
I’m cold I say
and you say I’m going to be fine
and I’m dying though and scared and now
I’m cold and you say fine. You’re fine
and are going to be fine. I told you
the ground would be cold and
look how fine you are even on the ground
coming up to hold you. Your planet
longs to take you in. You can’t be
anything but fine.
The Buffet
1.
Imagine your sins were laid out upon
a buffet table. Where would you begin?
Would you save the best for last
or plunge your face and slobber it up
first thing? You know if you do the rest
will pale in comparison and you
will lose your appetite. Then what?
You’d likely sit there wondering
if you missed out on subtleties
by falling into such gluttony.
2.
Imagine your sins have been laid out
upon a table short but wide. The dishes
holding them are few but they are vast.
You’ve sampled throughout your life
but the rib-sticking ones, the ones
upon which you based your diet
and sustenance, are in deep bowls
covered with drip. Where to begin
is the big question. How to finish
is without question. You will finish
eyes open and unable to swallow
one more bite.
3.
Imagine your sins had never fed you.
You still wouldn’t have lived forever.
You’d have sat there wasting away
without one smile on your skinny little face.
You’d have been one clean bag of bones
but you still would have no clue about
how to eat right. How to digest
the hard stuff. How to add spices,
how to know all the differences between
evils and indulgences,
how to thrive
in the gap.
Dark Matter 