Old Poem - "S'Ain't"

Here's a poem written exactly one year ago inspired by amazing human and musician, Carl Lindberg. If you go to the "Watch" tab on this site, you can see him in action in the "Circular Breathing" video. This goes out to any artistic folk. Keep doing your thang, lovelies.

S'Ain't
For Carl Lindberg

Pedestal’s too high.
One gets dizzy
and winded,
head-achy from squinting
to make out the faces below.

A saint, I ain’t.
I like to know
and be known
but let’s
go
slow.
Some knowledge
is better adagio.

I am a fallen ladder
made of mud and music.
I need a lift
and a downbeat.

Oh brothers and sisters,
my dark side shows
and the light part glows.
Here we all are
part devil, part star.
Can we say
we’ll see
with gentle eyes?

Namaste, y’all.

Take me down
from your shoulders.
Even that height’s too high.
Besides, it makes it hard
to reach my bass.
Makes it hard to look
into your face.
And I need to see your eyes
to get a lift
and a downbeat.

Ah-one, two,
ah-one-two-three-and……….

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