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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-05-20 at 09:45

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Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
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2024-05-27


Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
Well, alarian, I'd say knowledge is an attitude.
2024-05-22


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
is knowledge a matter of digestion?
you become what you eat may be its motto

you wrote this like a songwriter
2024-05-22


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
"Gluey inertia, circling immobility," exactly!
2024-05-20