Sick Again
A brief respite
From the common cold
has finally ended
and now
I am stuffy,
fuzzy of tongue
and tooth.
I wake up
At five in the morning
and refuse to go
Back to sleep.
In the morning
I down coffee
and read stories
About reincarnation
and wonder if we’re all
in a video game
or just the same souls
spliced together
over and over again.
What was I doing?
Blowing my nose
With a paper towel?
...
Creed
Divorced from time and place
From the standards of taste
And decency
Can you judge a piece of art?
If the cultural context
In which art was made
is lost
What can we say about it?
What it meant back then
Is gone; What it means now
Is completely different.
What I’m saying is
Creed is good now
and will be grouped
With their early nineties predecessors
Like Nirvana and Pearl Jam
And while that might have given
Kurt a heartattack,
He didn’t live long enough
To let his brain develop.
Lemme tell you, man
Your perspective shifts
When you get close to 40.
You realize that art
has only the integrity
You bring to it,
and that we’re all
gonna die anyway.
Might as well rock-out
To Higher.
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