Saturday, October 25, 2014

Sounds

I imagine
gray strands
when I'm feeling too young

tight asses
when feeling old

highs
to your lows
I proclaim

the joint manifesto
considers important
one
with due emphasis
undue

officially
to be
I declare

in a solemn
emphatic
final word

lean to the side
say something
a wry look
or smile none the more

emphasis with a following

success or failure apparently brought by chance
luck
that is

stolen
from screen
yes

wands and unicorns
could do no better
even if fucking hard
and serious

acquire defines like crap
but change it up to achieve
and you get
reach or attain by effort

when really
I think they are the same
and only differ in the viewer

I stand dead
as much as alive
and less so of both the more I waffle

which is only a vehicle for syrup
or if more minded
   a fail to make up one's mind
I say better to eat always
no matter

at all times
on all occasions
as a last resort
and evermore
never this

close at hand
being indicated
mentioned

a thick sweet liquid
often used
derived

I lay hold
a public declaration
but only whispered

a platform
I stand
strong
on the arms of termites that hold hands
to keep rotten wood whole

the many really can hold
the worm ridden truth
together and in force

when on its own
so little
and does even less good

I imagine gray strands
when I am feeling too young
and I toss my inexperience like salt
on this overdone meal

and yet since I am consistent
even when wrong
this salt seasons the unseasoned
into an edible bit
of life

tight
and loose
all at once
and forever more

night
day
good
yes