Music Commentary--Creative Writing--Cultural Hilarity





"What if there are no cries of anguish to be heard? Who is prepared to take arms against a sea of amusements? To whom do we complain, and when, and in what tone of voice, when serious discourse dissolves into giggles?"--Neil Postman






Friday, December 23, 2011

In a Converted Rumpus Room

Our good intentions crackle


Beneath the surface,

A specimen underneath

     the cover glass.

How to explain this tiger-eyed desire

Silhouetted across the wall?

One night cap becomes

     one morning-after text

An un-anesthetized folk song

     for an audience of one.
By: Jacob Adams

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