The Song

This Incompetence…
I’m Used To.

Effort means nothing in this Context.
Trying Harder
Brings only a more Humiliating Trail of Defeat.
More Signs of Inability..
More Proofs of Patheity.
…
But I feel I must try harder.

I can’t ignore this Venture..
For the Song Beckons.
Notes Caress…
Suturing the Flesh torn from the Falls
Music building the Lost Resolve..
Pushing me on.
Light Fingers brush over the Strings
Gently Plucking.
Ever So Gently Playing the Blood Red Harp.
Playing the song..
The Modern Taboo..
Incessantly.
Love.

This Incompetence…
I’m Used To

Eloquence unaccounted for
Words Fail to Harmonize Like the Inspiratory Tune
They alienate the Audience..
The Act is Overdone.
The Effort Visible.
And the Actor babbles on..
Ad Lib, Improvisation…
But the Effort only Brings Failure..
….

And Yet the Song still Plays

December 21. 2012