Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Tuesday, August 18, 2009

what is the sound of community?

if i were able to relay what it actually sounds like
would you hear it, hold it in yr head
like the ring of crash cymbals
or the everlasting chirp of
holy menders?
if i were able to relay to you
the sound of bike tires swooshing
and children sized shoes scraping
the cement
the barefoot squiggles
digging into the earth
the sound of fresh brewed kombucha
trickling down yr throat as backyard
vegetables sizzle-saute in an ironcast skillet
in a kitchen not big enough for this many people
but the congregation claps and laughs
with breath of cigarettes and wine
anyway
the sound of grass bending as a music man sings of god and its grass. holy holy grass, god bless it dont we all feel better? and those anarcho kids singing back in surprising measure holy holy grass, no god, but yes bless it
the sound of ripples in the river
where i drum danced with a log
until it turned me
into something sopping on top
of the sun's reflection
the sound of smacking rocks
around a fire that burns
through wetness to speak to us
in exhausted-excited-blatant-metaphoric-elusive-now-absurd-
punch-drunk-love sorts of ways
and we spoke to it in reversive singing and fish-hooked swallows
all as one.

I YOU WE
IS BE OM
WE I YOU
BE OM IS
YOU WE I
OM IS BE


these are words.
these are a piece of a cut up of an image of a big fucking picture
not meant to be flipped through on muted primetime television
so let us be
and make sound

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