dish

and what happens when it all comes tumbling down
when all the things learned to feed into are false.
and these not be the concepts of morality
yet the American TV spirituality,

these things that filled the down time, now become the up time,
and the famous-actor-rockstar-curtsey is not enough.
and what happens when the money doesnt seem so tough?

I turned off the TV the other day,
leaving its stars in the satellite,
not accepting its bounce off the clouds,
to my dish, and into the box

I felt kinda funny at first.
looking around the room
filled with distractions
meant to do just that.

I turned off my computer even.
and blanked staringly into the silence
looking around for something,
anything, to fill the void.

I hid my music, my cigarettes, my book, my bong...
and found there was a sound there all along...
still, I didnt know what to do.

I took off all my clothes, and showering
put on new ones in their place.
Opened a new pack of underwear
as well new socks taboot
I cleanly dressed and combed my hair
and thought about life at its root.

I thought about a white blank sheet of paper
and the power it held in the world’s eye
its nakedness as it dances within my desk,
until chosen to be written within a specific purpose.

Right then and there,
I decided to quit everything...
no more smoke, no more toke,
no more drink, much more think.

a beautiful day had turned outside,
as the morning mist had subsided
into nature’s subconscious splendor
relating the possibility of simplicity
and the desire to awaken the stars.

when evening fell, I wandered miles
seeing the fleeting smiles,
of yesterdays sunshine.

I rose with the sun the morning after,
and within my laughter prayed,
that I was simply still, alive.



©2002 by Yosh