The Hurting
the ability to hurt someone is no longer a big vital thing
cause we all can do it without thinking. humans
may be ornery critters now and then in the
smoking nuances of this strange hoedown.
in the somewhat old days you made noises with your teeth
as you explored the hurting. now anyone can hurt
easily, it's the new democratic experience.
the strong men have lost their backbeat.
they were never really strong.
is pain an equalizer?
does it level the so called playing field?
what kind of plays were you okayed to take part in once
you stumbled out onto the field.
What was the field made up of?
the missing wounded, perhaps.
there were healing medicines willing to share their
journey with us,
but their translators were arrested for speaking
improper rhythms.
the hurting is hungry for new companions.
a chauffeur driven limo will be driving it around your
neighborhood.
this could be your big chance.
the hurting will find a long lost brother in you.
open yourself up.
open your heart.
hurt shall bow its head, give thanks,
supplicate you mother...
meet me eventually in the funny man's farm,
we'll swap addresses, share myths,
the hurt will ask for our names,
and we'll fool it,
we'll give aliases,
we'll tell the hurt lies,
because sometimes, we too, can lie well,
because, sometimes, we too,
can lie down with the best of them.
---Scott Wannberg |
