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I like listening to the sound
Of beautiful melodies
Ones I haven’t the heart to play
Ones I haven’t the strength to ignore
Mostly those that come in waves
After morning, noon, and night
You can hear them like catching
The glimpse of a shooting star
Barefoot atop San Jacinto
Bend Oregon or Williamsburg highrise
Naked in the ecstasy of flight
Knowing even as your approaching
You’ve already begun to disappear
All these words, I wonder
Are they merely inaction?
Inaction with consequence?
Consequence through
My own due process, which
I know I deserve
There was no hope for us then
We were already too far gone
Gone from where? Neither could tell
But going gone, regardless.
How lively and cruel
Mother Nature can be
How honest her birds
Who chirp Chickadee
Her hawk soars majestic
Through winds over sea
Her beauty unfolds
Without you or me
So it’s back to the mountain
Where monsters go not to die
But to live among the many
The only pleasure that I get now
is from forgetting I exist.
His thoughts were tailored by
The absence of himself
Her words sincere but from
The mind of someone else
Each clicked like a chess clock in the park
Played by strangers in the nude
It’s a simple game we complicate
When we react before we move
Her thoughts were tangled by
The silence in the room
His words unclear because
They sounded from a tomb
Each fit like a shadow in the dark
Exchanging others clothes
It’s a simple game we complicate
What we wanted with the truth—
I’m not a gambling man but I’ve played a hand or two
I’m not a fable or myth but I’ve read what sounded good
A tired man sits idle in the park asking questions with his eyes
I’m not that man in the park but what separates the two?—
It’s a simple game we complicate
When we react before we move
It’s a simple game we complicate
What we wanted with the truth
There’s something cynical in your smile
as if I rubbed off some and forgot to say,
that I’m not that kind of cynic.
And I feel no joy from any of this.
There was new life once
In this old house
Which echos lonely footsteps
—silence rants and raves—
Trudging towards Nirvana
My confidence comes and goes
like passing showers in Southern California.
Words Of An Average White Male 