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Discontent

All discontent is worn
and weighed with miry
attraction for the other
and the other.

That is something
I have never understood.
It's all spilling from vagrant's gutters, simultaneously infiltrating homes with nomad and emptying tents of move.
Your properties may just be heavy earrings, but they could house a desperate man without the luxury of time to spare on discontent.
Written late August 2013. An observation that feelings of material discontentment are usually had by those with enough to not be completely preoccupied with survival. I was reading Steinbeck's 'Winter of our Discontent' when I wrote this, which is a tragic masterpiece and you should read it.
Also this is a song by Listener, which is expressing something similar, I think... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f25CEMbHrqM

Response

Sun fractures days
into peeks and troughs
of past-times.

People lock themselves
in cages made of droplets
and eat themselves into inefficiency.
Yet there is joy in the downpour as well as in the blaze, if you listen for the impact of water upon dead leaves.
So garments will be soiled in profoundly juvenile sounds, like laughter, it's no price price to pay for living.
Go! grasp the garden with both hands and paint the walls of your house with earth.
Written May 2013.