2nd Draft , from the U Pick Bardic Farm/ Song for Oppy
Yellow school bus bring the kids home through fire rain floods snow limping elderman walking slow to get his daily pizza down the road counting cars eating crow colors of cars irrevocable so uninventive given all the choices when they're shiny new on credit some wear & tear their mud splatter a three wheeler electric cadillac past gas guzzler badge of honor hall of fame Armenian tv on continuous loop another old countryman barely breathing barely moving off the stoop to bend the joy in life be prepared to sacrifice it comes & goes his only love expressed to an elderdog possibly a way to say to me here's my heart on a trademarked sleeve smashed up blue guitar from a flea market karaoke open microphone where elderthings are repainted with nail polish Giotto stars nail salons on the midnight blue reclaimed lacquer playing fields some clouds hanging low overlay the blues been deep bending to grief for so long thinking it was the normal state being barely human with conditions of time & space placed by the hand of a distant god who gives the audience flashes of joy in living song sung with other humans birds a round,a beat boxed campfire acapella there's bravery in voicing quiet tender small things far from the bloodthirsty crowds in overbuilt arenas where THE PEOPLE live in under built ghettos they hold the mortgage on never owning anything Memorize the names of everywoman who is a scientific artist of myth & legend recite them as a mantra or an epic poem gilgameshian proportion can't afford to be unrestrained understated fiscally in the autumn of our years turning over new leaves possible harvests dying on the vine old wine in new bottles Idealizing you made it something impossible to live up to an unsigned contract of non disclosure only word of mouth between us i signed it you didn't word of mouth between us didn't even know there were terms of engagement leaving nothing to bad faith to further a career to be a hot commodity at the dinner table our last supper together in the first place before we tried to outrace the clock as daylight we were saving turned to darkness a long darkness where single cells are forming in the light of a volcano and rain keeps falling https://soundcloud.com/liz-gilbert/rules-in-progress soundcloud.com/liz-gilbert/rules-in-progress
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Archives
March 2019
ARTS PERMACULTURE
|