Saturday, April 8, 2017

Wrongful Worship

He plays those instruments standing in the wide church,
the right hand steadier than the left one, the bass guitar strings-
his gift grin fled.

Soon these people will fade above as spirit
by his notes or mind-blowing truths.
Soon these new Blues will rejoice as a big winter
out or among the bewitched graveyard.

Soon these racists will lay down another clueless country
or the intelligent Americans will close our light windows slightly.
Soon these mountains will harden their loving minds
but kill, for the last hour, barely including the phantom’s 
past lovers.


Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Bite the Bullet

"Bite the Bullet" definitely has a negative feeling to me. Not only do I get a feeling from this phrase, I also do get sound. The feeling that I get could be described as having a piece of ice between your teeth, something so small, but your entire mouth is cold. The sound that I get could be described as the clanging of metal against metal. Not very big pieces of metal, small ones, but the sound is still so ear piercing, kind of like nails on a chalk board.

To me, "Bite the Bullet" is referring to long boarding down a steep hill, in search of a hard landing.