silence sits in the corner recliner
across the shag carpet of the
house of me, takes a swig,
then breaks itself with a belch
that would make a deaf man
shiver---whatever, i like it loud
unless you do it, cause you think
it will make your point...
so i turn the stereo up, give the
air a fist pump, drowning out
all the reasons given to give up
breathin', see no matter how bad
you got it, some ones got it worse
at least that's what they tell me,
but it doesn't take away the way
i feel inside, stuck where the
sun don't shine, behind these eyes
where memory & doubt reside---
i feel so alone in the cold
shadows of quiet...
between the ears where flowers of
hope float choked by waves of fear
sold to or bought by you, or impressed
in your chest by tsunami you never
saw coming, all skies pink in the
the end is coming, the end is...
stop, rewind, open the door, lift
the blinds, to remind, there is a
world outside the broken down house
you built in your mind, the devastation
is real, not imagined truth, but don't
let it swallow whats left of you---
return chrysanthemum to the bottom
of your glass, i pray....
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My heart is heavy for Japan and the devastation there. To me this is about the loss and return of hope, which is my prayer for them. Hard to see in the moment at times. The reference in the last line is to the belief that a single petal of a chrysanthemum in the bottom of the glass portends happiness and long life.
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