Under Degrading Dark Southern Light
Apple keeps saying she doesn’t matter.
I question if she knows that those words mean,
and then I argue with her.
She gets tongue tied with ideas,
and then I do and don’t and she does and don’t and then it’s a
coconut on the head.
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Meanwhile ol’ Jack III is flailing around
on stage
acting
like he’s the
only one that matters.
Maybe it’s time to stop dancing,
and keep the beat —
that’s where Jack started, you know?
he was a drummer before Meg.
But he made Meg keep his beat.
She did it perfectly because that’s how she rolled,
but he
didn’t pay attention
to his Apple Blossom,
not the right kind anyway.
We saw it
Under Great White Northern Lights
, hidden
Under Blackpool Lights.
I already put Apple first,
but maybe it’s time to throw out the old Script
(again)
: I thought I put Meg first
when I moved her icon on the wall.
Or did it take me away -
I definitely felt the buffet(t) flee.
The new triad is helpful
— balance —
but perhaps
is too much female too
— balance —
two triads in one
— balance —
or maybe the answer is three squared
— balance —
or cubed
— balance —
— balance —
— balance —
.
