Busy Dying
For the most part,
I over-estimate my contemporaries,
friends & foes,
who almost exclusively show a gluey inertia,
a circling immobility;
a recurring “why?” for each and every suggestion,
or a deep silence in face of everything they can't grasp;
for everything their set ways won't recognize
I step forward and shake their mindsets
like you shake a fruit tree,
but, unlike the tree, dropping fruits,
their minds seldom produce any thinking
They've sunk deep in their meat,
and it goes to show that
“he not busy being born is busy dying”
as the 83 year old Bob Dylan said at 23
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin

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Written on 2024-05-20 at 09:45




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