January 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue One | ||||||||||
David Bates | ||||||||||
Tomorrow’s Savage I’m tired of practicing sincerity in coffee houses and bars of attempting witness in rooms with removable sunlight (perhaps I will simply hone my wit & prepare for a mid-level position in the bumper sticker industry) it’s become too easy to believe that tomorrow’s savage will always be carelessly reborn just before the strange quickening– convinced by the prolonged crescendo of a perfect drum circle and a barefooted babe with dread locks who still peace-signs when she says goodbye where are you tonight find me I want to be able to say I was there, man when the jester shakes his ring of 100 keys like a heavy metal tambourine and the ambush begins I want to say I was there when you reinvented madness |
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