In the Swing of Things

all input seems good

till we begin analyzing

Pro-cessing... it...

we amplify emotions

& wonder...

what is that shit?

& what could it mean

what if...?

& we get busy tinkering

with compulsion

to neutralize

& neuter it

because we only want

what we want to hear

& see?

this Is how it was meant

as we sit reflecting

under the barren tree

having mulched

every discordant leaf

that dared deface

the suburban lawn

with fragile sense of self-import

still somewhat green

against the ancient dirt

all things are pushed

out towards

decay

& Hurry up! we say

good riddance,

we've no patience

for the pace of the elderly

who remind, no one takes time

to really listen anyway...

our dog creaks on its walk

and we pull the lead

for pressing obligations

two steps away...

Com' on!

& we are

that listless

hound

in sepia

leveled brown

on brown on brown

& our silent movie

fades to blank

2024 OCT 14