by Darryl Price
We got our holes in our hearts bundled onto soft wrapping cloth just like the gentleman on TV sold us;
with smiles we set out towards our matching to end up the same stories. That's just
the way it goes, until it always rains or shines
from some different direction. Staying together is harder than ever,
but everyone knows the magnetic smooch inside will always point you north.
What we tend to do is disbelieve this smack to the
chest over time. You've got to listen hard again. Try a
different hearing flower, just for fun. Every fingertip sparks
a revolution in the head, just like the one you
dreamed of so long ago, and brings back your inner flow.
When your need was for nothing you got exactly what
you needed, but newer clouds never stopped asking. The singing sun
tips his flames to your lips in a moment's notice.
Even rain-drops are willing to bean bounce along the truest
feelings you've got ready, but it's up to you to
be clear about your intentions. Nothing's going to happen unless
you mean it. The awakened ones have used this ancient medicine
many times to keep certain mountains from floating off into
space. Now it's your turn. Will you turn small birds upside-
down or keep fair lakes everywhere at an even keel?
You aren't here to just sit around. These chairs are
only temporary. They belong to the model kit, but disappear
as soon as you get up to dance. Then it's
all skeletons and muscle and nerves looping themselves around your
spirit like noodles. The broth is in the air waves. You
can't help but be contained by it. But even that sure
statistic is not all you were meant to perform. There's
another potential room you must enter at your own time and place.
There you will answer your own questions or blink out
forever. No one ever gets to pretend the risk isn't real at the end.
But that's not a test you need take every minute of every day.
It doesn't matter if you pass or fail because you
pass if you take it. And you will. That's not
the path. That's not even near the map. Paradise is just
boring as hell. When you've got blood you've got the right
key. Take each other along. That's the thing you are always
waiting for. That's the light in the eye that you remember
setting down somewhere inside a lost dream. That's the sign. That's a
song with a tender strength to its gunnery growl. The sword, man.
That's the alignment. The pyramid. The last missing perfect piece
of an obvious puzzle. Notice who you are with. These
are not random atoms smashing about on your particular plate,mate,
like fireworks on fire. These are your arms, your toes.
They may look like different lives, but they're all one
being. That's why beer is so important. That's why bread
is so important. That's why poetry is so important. That's
the meaning of talk. A mother's hum is at the
same frequency everywhere. Ears prick up. We are alive together.
When you war against us you're disappearing up your
own nostrils. We'd surely rather embrace your starry, starry out fields.
Darryl Price Sunday, February 3, 2013
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Thi is an exercise in unraveling. It's to show you where to find the map when the map is missing. It's to help you read the stars even through the pouring rain. It's to give you a song to sing even when your brain refuses to remember any. But most of all it's to simply to offer you a hand. You might not want to accept that simple of an explanation, but it's true.