You’ve proven yourself wrong again. You thought you found it.
Peace in fragments.
Years with your obsession: chewing on snippets of poems, skimming blog posts, ripping through headlines looking for morsels, and stacks of the partially read and unfinished hanging on your conscience.
No rhythm. No groove. A Cow, standing in place, regurgitating partially digested food.
Me and Mick:
I can’t get no satisfaction, I can’t get no satisfaction
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can’t get no, I can’t get no…
There’s no peace in fragments.
But, I’ve found what was lost. [Read more…]