Archive for September, 2015

You Can Press ‘Stop’ Now.

‘There’s no such thing as society’ he said.

‘Just individual men and women and their families’.

And then he pressed ‘record’.

Like the mechanic fixing my car.

Like the doctors treating my dad.

Like the coaches teaching my children

To dance on a dance on a tiny beam without falling off

And kick a ball like it was blown by wind.

When I go fishing, the lake wasn’t just stocked by God.

(Was it?)

When I go to the tip, I’m not alone.

People just don’t dump their stuff anywhere.

(Do they?)

‘There’s no such thing as individual men and women and their families’

I thought, as another song fell apart like a pile of leaves.

‘Just Society’