Message to CB from Vine St.

Attempting a new style of writing..

I have heard what you have had to say
when your mouth forms foam around the edges
and your voice becomes serious.

I have listened to your rants
how you've been fucked
how we are all fucked:
"We live inside of a machine"
"We are monkeys programmed by the past"
And I remember your anger
and laughter together
embraced in a dance

I walk to the top of the hill
where the stores sell beer
and cigarettes:
I realize that
for all of your rage
your threats
and your jeers
you have forgotten
but one thing:

to live a life