Tuesday, April 12, 2011

cold and hazy

a sudden realization
bob dylan spoke
the truth in
his admission of
why he writes.

the songs or
words seem to
come to him
without political provocation
and revolutionary passion

they are, as
macleish stated on
poetry, it shouldn't
mean, it should
merely be. word.

so much time
spent reading about
how or why
fewer minutes grinding
out words, melodies

time to set
to the task,
hoist a flag
fix a stare
cock the head

strike up digital
band and self
let the current
control movement and
fate introduces destination

the unconscious prevails,
speaks, betrays without
fail and corporeal
honesty, sweetness, devastation.
you ready yet?

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