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Craftless
Pick up and dial
one of a billion distinguished telephone numbers
rearranged
from the same ten
digits.
Even the ringtone
of intelligence
is muffled
by another's static -
existence prone
to when they disconnect.
Spirits through a vocal chord
and streamed
through filtered words -
a goldpan
thrown under your soul.
We speak piano key increments
and miss the infinite blend
of relative dissonance
in between -
We can keep adding octaves
but it only shifts
the pitch
of what's been spoken
further down the scale.
And the scores of what we mean
are hollowed out enough
to be recognizably obscene...
we fail... we fail...
...to understand
we all are fingers stemmed
from a common hand...
all indebted to
the images we steal
so forget it!
brain chemistry ain't yours
and interpretation's indebted
to every force applied
on it since creation.
speaking of which,
creativity's rather limiting
considering we exist spotlit
by the fraction of light we've ingested.
And the pie as a whole?
Too vast to be molested
by a single
human touch...
we're doomed to continue
regurgitating each other's minds
at similar venues
through scheduled times...
a thousand writers to read,
remember and note
before you scream
they wrote
nothing to help you expand
from your plundering
ways of filth -
how awful it must be
to swallow 200 different waffles
and vomit the same buttermilk.
Man... don't study the Bard
too hard
lest you fall into the trappings
of clapping for thieves
unjustly defined divine
by boneheads like me...
And laugh
at the conflicting attempt
of an author
trying to make something known
by neglecting his own
craft...
