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MUSIC BOX


MUSIC BOX

S.JENSEN © 2017

AS ALWAYS

ROUGH DAYS

PLAY LIKE

THE BROKEN

RECORD

OVER AND OVER

PLAYED THE

LIL MUSIC

BOX IT STILL

WORKS

THOUGH

THE CERAMIC

COVER THAT

ONCE HELD

IT GLUED

IN PLACE

NO LONGER

EXISTS

SOUNDS

SO FAMILIAR

IN A SIMILARITY

TO LIFE

BEEN WORKING

ON ART

AND CREATING

SCREEN VIDEOS

YET I CAN’T POST

THEM WHERE

I WANT TO

AS OF YET

CAUSE

THE FREAKING

INTERNET

COMES AND GOES

AND IS CUTTING

INTO MY

SHARING ABILITY

YET I AM NOT

LETTING IT GET TO ME

GOT OTHER

THINGS TO

DO AND BE

AND WORK AROUND

IT

SO IF I GET

A SECOND

THEN I WILL

SEND IT THROUGH

HOLDING MY

PEACE

AND DEALING

WITH IT

CAUSE YOU CAN’T

GET ANGRY

AT THINGS

YOU HAVE

NO CONTROL

OVER

JUST RIDE

IT THROUGH

AND KEEP GOING

LIFE IS ROUGH

ENOUGH

IT SURELY

MAKES NO

SENSE

OH HOW IT

SO GETS

WORSE AT TIMES

BUT LIKE

RAIN

IT SHALL PASS

AND SO MAY AS WELL

ENJOY THE

TIME

IN BETWEEN

AND LET IT POUR

OUT AND

CHERISH IT

CREATING A

SLIGHT SMILE

AT THAT

SIGH!!!

THE BUMPS ON

THE DISK

HIT THE METAL

STRIPS ONE

BY ONE

AS MY THUMB

ROLLS OVER

THE GEAR

CAUSE NOW

EVEN THE MOTOR

WON’T TURN IT

ITS BEEN

THIRTY YEARS

IN MY POSSESSION

AND EVERY

NOW AND

THEN

IT KICKS IN

AND STARTS A

FEW CHORDS

THE TUNE STAYS

WITH ME

LIKE MY HEART

IT PULSES

AND FLOWS

KEEPING

THE REST

WORKING

OH TO THE

THINGS SEEN

AND FELT

IN THE MOMENTS

OF THIS

SILENCE

LIKE SCENES

FROM ANOTHER

SPACE AND TIME

ALWAYS

THROUGH

THE EYES

OF A DREAM

LIGHTER

IN ONE HAND

AND

SOMETHING

ELSE IN THE OTHER

SET ON FIRE

BURNED AWAY

JUST LIKE

LETTERS IN

THE SPACES I FIND

ON THE FLOOR

LONG AGO

THAT HAVE

NO MEANING ANYMORE

AND ARE

SWEPT AWAY

INTO THE TRASH

NO ONE

CARES TO SEE

NO ONE CARES

TO READ

THOSE

NOT EVEN I

ANYMORE

FOR ALL THE

EFFORTS

THAT CARRY

YOU FAR FAR AWAY

AND NEVER

EVER KEEP

TODAY

THE PRESENT

IS ALL WE HAVE

FOR THE PAST

IS LONG LONG

GONE

AND OUR FUTURES

ARE SO

UNKNOWN

AND SO

UNCERTAIN

AS THE PASSING

OF THE TICK

TICK OF THE

CLOCK

SECONDS

TURN

TO MINUTES

TURN TO

HOURS

TO DAYS

TO MONTHS

TO YEARS

NOTHING CHANGES

EXCEPT

THAT WHICH

WE CAN

HAVE CONTROL

OVER

TO MAKE

OR BREAK

ONE

ITS ALL

IN THE PERSPECTIVES

PLANS

FALL TO THE WAY SIDE

AS THE

TIME PASSES

US BY

AND THERE

IS NOTHING

LEFT

SO WE MOVE

ON AND

CARRY IT TO

THE ONLY WAY

WE CAN

TIME HEALS THEY SAY

IT JUST

FADES

AS LONG

AS THERE IS

NOTHING

TO

FUEL THE

ACHE IN

THAT HOLE

OF THE HEART

SO OFF

IT GOES

WHAT IS DONE

IS DONE

SO ADDED

SOME OIL

TO THE LIL

MUSIC BOX

AND TURNED

THE HANDLE

LET IT PLAY FOR

A MINUTE

THEN SET IT BACK

ON THE SHELF

WITH ALL

THE REST OF

THE THINGS

OF THE PAST

LIKE A PHOTOGRAPH

OR A LETTER

HIDDEN AWAY

IN DRAWERS

AND SPACES

WE DON’T

GO TO ALL THE

TIME

ITS HOW IT IS

NOW

ONE DAY

AT A TIME

AND THE HURT

FADES

AND THE

MOMENTS

PASS

AS I REALIZE

I HAVE

BEEN SUCH A

FOOL

AND THIS

FOOL

MOVED ON

AS IT

IS HOW IT GOES

EVERY NOW

AND THEN

DO I GO BACK

AND SOMETIMES

I SO

WONDER WHY

THINGS GO

THE WAY THEY DO

ITS A LOT OF

DIFFERENT

THINGS

THAT

DOES WHAT

IT DOES

AND I AM

OUT HERE

TRYING

TO KEEP ON

THE KEEP ON

FOR THAT

IS ALL

THERE IS LEFT

TO DO

MOMENT

TO MOMENT

TICK TOCK

TICK TOCK

THE CLOCK

ROLLS ON

AS THE SECONDS

WORK AROUND

LIKE THE ENDLESS

CIRCLE

TURNING AND

TURNING

NEVER GOING

ANYWHERE

AND NEVER

DOING MUCH

OF ANYTHING

YET IT STILL

TURNS...


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