Sleepy Time Poetry Thread

[listenup]

Quiet
I asked for quiet
no one listened
no one hastened to
defend
the right
to quiet
Have you heard what it sounds like
when nothing is around?
Quiet
Do you hear
the sounds of the stars
when you look up
no sound
no one hastened to
pretend
what happened to the right
to hear
quiet
I love quiet.

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1. ORIGINS OF OZARK ZEN

Begin inside Olivian apartment shacks.
Sitting on the floor
strung out track by track
studying the patches the rug makes.

Flapping out of speakers
sticks and glue mangled into wings
no body of bird, no map of sky
just a band made mystical
through repeated hysteric plays.

Shooting rapids in the dark
clutching boat sides
as night dies its dark death
we make out
stretched out and stupid.

Art is ugly, mean
with grubby little hands
tugging till it hurts
exposing every nerve.

Whispering genius of lyric
mows the room with a shifting ability
laced in boots and a nobility
confined to walking.

Dandelion fields speak cornfield wisdom
above pathetic heads clouded dumb
impressionistic sun bombs falling on Wichita.

Embarrassing ozark mtn. daredevil
strung out on the rent check
the Hollywood dole banana
and peanut buttered bread
making mountains out of music
when the simple act of listening
was all that was ever required.


© MC
Jan-Feb 2003

[bearded_cat]

2. That's a good one, but man, that's a tough one

thanks for putting that out there!
do you have a page explaining it?

[Section_43]

3. no, no page...

I agree, it's pretty heavy on the language.

It's a story abt my first marriage, the friends I had at that time, the deep music discussions we all shared. Innocence and Ignorance.

Thanks for the remarks.

[UrbScotty]

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