Thursday, July 20, 2006

I talk to the world
by Art Rosch
Copyright July 14, 2002




I know, I know,
you’re wondering what
it all is,
why it’s so damned
complicated
and why you can’t just
settle down
and make it good
why it’s so freaking hard
to work out
so impossible
to solve
why there’s no answer: no,
not even an answer,
just a way
to be
that isn’t painful
shameful
embarassing
mistaken
poorly conceived
broken
half hearted
out of tune….
I know, I know…
What the hell is it?
what started it to go this way
and not some other
way,
some way deeper,
more satisfying
more noble
than the squalid human consequences
of being here
with all this motherstuff
fatherstuff,
bad uncle
mean neighbor
bullying enemy
conniving stranger
evil intentions
ugly ideas.
What is it that made life
so crazy
that to get a drink of water
means murder
to own a house
to dig a well
to marry a total stranger
means ten generations
of violent feud
what happened
to human beings
how did we miss everything
so completely
why aren’t we quiet enough
thoughtul enough
to see a hundred fifty shades
of color
in a sunset cloud
why are we so noisy
so sloppy and clumsy
why do we breathe all wrong,
BREATHE ALL WRONG
what does it take
to be right with life?
Look in the eyes of your baby.
Remember what you see.
Try very hard to remember
look in the eyes
of your lover
remember what you see
remember love
and its intricate rich depth,
DON’T FORGET!
Aaaah!
It’s so easy to forget
it takes but a heart beat
were we talking about love?
I don’t remember.
There was something that confused me
I forgot
and now, see,
what happens?
Now, see?