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Right Now

Just a moment ago

 

i woke to a field of concrete
a giant pulsing disaster
i wandered in the asphalt sea
fell down and scraped my knees
i wanted to lie down again
but there was no soft place to rest
i looked at the plastic amusement
not feeling amused

 

This moment

 

tried to add it up
and failed
the maze that never ends
is right now
the hateful and self righteous
will prevail
but then I don't want to

 

Presently

 

keeping my hands busy
I wait for a change
no logic in hope
no hope for right now
but i've got to go work
oh god i've got to work
got to have a job
to feel of need

 

As of the moment

we're running a race with
no end
all falling down
yet getting up again
we should all lay
god i want to lay
god i have no mind
but i don't care

 

Right now


Author notes

coming to these realizations is painful, you can look at it, touch it, move within it, understand it, but you can do nothing to change it...
Written September 29th, 2001

This was written at a turbulent time. I flew into NYC a week after 911 to visit a friend. And was shocked to actually be there instead of just watching it on t.v.. Because of my alternate theories of what 911 truly was this poem only holds more meaning hence it's revival.
This was also inspired by a modest mouse song. I can't remember which one, I think it is off of the album "A Long Drive for People Who Like to Think"

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  • OCDPolarBear
    March 29, 2008

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    this is really really good, and a very interesting write, it could be applied to many different things i think because your use of imagery is so well done and succinct.
    this was a very good write, very descriptive, and definitely leaves a lasting impression on the reader, well done and thanks for sharing.
    and also, thanks heaps for your comment on my poem, i really appreciate it.


  • DrunkenRam
    March 25, 2008

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    Interesting, makes me think of the Asphalt Sea that surrounds the concrete jungle that we live in.
    I personally don't see it as unchangeable though, being a construction worker and all.


  • Robin Candor
    March 15, 2008

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    Dreary purpose

    I'm not certain of what your 'alternative' theories are and artistically perhaps it does not matter. Your choice of time 'preludes' to stanzas is good enough for me. The dilemna you present is rather hopeless in this write. Obviously the need to lie down shadows over my weary soul everyday. There was a time when I was so afraid of the impending 'whatever', but I arrived at a conclusion. all the things that made me most afraid mean nothing in light of the abyss that time carries with it. I used to wonder why so many old people were not afraid to pass. Now I know, the longer you live the less the future has any meaning in light of all you have viewed, and the more tired you become. Spiritually weary with your soul sighing, "I want to lie down." I appreciate your efforts and perhaps should get some clarification on your views of 911. RC