Hardcore may have been what was exhibited, but
you had to read the inside lines because some hearts
are indomitable and leak art; as if in error the aorta
was cut open permitting endless verses and whole
notes to fill the operating room.
If you wait a minute, you learn the safe way
that cool is a trait developed over many attentive
years of homage to those who once played a similar
role and knew how to hold the head just like this now,
to speak saying what had to be spoken, who knew
where and how to stand while speaking.
Never wish on anything resembling stars. Wish
on messages that fill the mind by way of the ear.
Acknowledge to the second that half time is not
the tempo when you run gauntlets between strings
or words or the right key creating newness
from oldness with no time to spare or loan or
To never have done would have been criminal.
Knowing how and not breaking out the abilities
is the same as letting them sleep in as if the sun
failed to rise and dreaming became the only art you
own. Bookcased by time, like a tome, you will have
eventually learned to lean and collect dust, if luck
ever finds you, since luck has not found you yet.
Sieze it, drum it on fresh fired tiles, just make
now the only time possible. Do it in brilliant colors,
sing it in the present tense, jot it down inside
a notebook to remind you later that now is now
and will not be now later.
© allets 2019