Friday, June 15, 2012

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.