music & rescue (LGASS part 1)…

“music & rescue”

past tense revolt
of dispassionate ease;
limited to
attacks on sobriety,
simple revolution
never fails.

still,
layered (should be)
proto-insignificant
frustrations –
one
on top
another
until every
ice-cube smashed
on linoleum is
an abysmal failure.
missing a tumbler
six inches away
shouldn’t count as epic
anything;
even failure.

i should
stop counting;
one is more
than i know
what to do with.

lucky soul respite
in blueberry music
marking time;
all different,
say different,
speak different,
sing different.

too smacked down
for much else;
glazed glass,
air-tight bottle, 7
earrings & 3 finger
rings & a 3
ring circus with
hot bright light
& more music.

beautiful warmth inside
those shining rings. if
i can’t feel it yet, i know
it’s there to be felt.
want so bad
to be taken in.
no way of knowing
what i need to know
from here;
how the fuck
did i end up outside
lookin’ in?

“hey kid,
dintcha hear?
duct-tape salvation
keeps
everything else
at bay.”

i’m
not averse to
a strangers idea;
long as the music
keeps playing
i guess that
could come next;
beats waiting
around hopin’.

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This is part 1 of “Letting Go At Slow Speed.” At the moment, I am planning a five poem arc, but there is room for more if taken in the right direction. I’m sketching out part 2 now and will try to have it up as soon as possible. I’ll make a separate page for it as well, it seems easier to follow the continuity of the series. Anyhow, if you are reading this, thanks for the eyeballs. Appreciated as always.