from Bruised Music

A different form of being

We are right now singing

Far off into the flower

Of our being

A bruised music staying

Blue, this Reagan machine

That we were, over-

Identifying with the world

Loving life like this were

Life, that is what is means

To be bruised, so we are

Decadent and blue

Like this earful until

We were an abiding music

That never can be love

Until we were the deep

Experiment of this music

Before technology was born

This weeping until we

Could understand its song

As a form of money

Like rap always was a form

Of money any form

Of music really isn’t.