a mountain,
falling
through
the sky,
landing
on my head
tension unbearable
I break the rubble
and see
a murky sky,
smoke-stacked
contaminated
I’m screaming for
cleanliness
a place to rest
like a postcard
heavenly – opaque
the sheen
shades
the illusion
the heaviness
the lost
nirvana
searching for
something
that
never
existed.
Notes
- from the cassette “Bad Etiquette” by Bad Etiquette (1992).
- John Battaglia wrote and produced the music, and I may be biased, but I think the music is beautiful.
Written: 1992