Culture Abuse – Dream On (two posts in one day…scary.)
the record player spins and spins
skipping across the etching in the vinyl
like a rock skipping across a lake or pond
or like my mind skipping lines in my head
then drawing on thoughts like
slitting one’s throat on the tips of a white elephant tusk
or crossing a border to hear new sounds
like trumpets or strings
like the knights blow and fools strum
when the king rides
so too does the moon in the night
and the wolves hiding in the trees
attack the birds climbing out of holes
burrowed to hide from the rabbits that run through the prairies
howling at the sun
and as it rises so too does the needle off the vinyl
the rock off the pond
the white off the elephant
the border off the land
the trumpet from the lips
the fingers from the strings
the knights from their title
the fools from their reputation
the king from his horse
the moon from the night
the wolves from the trees
the dirt from the birds
the rabbits from their lucky feet and
the sun from the prairies.