Just don’t understand why so many want you to push the button
don’t push it please don’t push it
you are making me nervous I am slouching toward nowhere
art is not enough
performance is not enough
something is missing don’t push it to fill the vacuum
it is something that has not been solved before it is that simple
you must find that achieve that it is not too late
the button of course is not the answer of course
it provides an ounce or two of arousal
similar to the walls of Patrols
similar to the 30 billion dollar aircraft carrier you just set out
into the metal oceans
do not push it I am nervous something is off-kilter
it is beyond words beyond poetry beyond Milton and Sappho
it is beyond Paz and Ko Un it is beyond all the African
drummers it is closer to the ashes of South Sudan and
the green skulls of a Mexican State I cannot mention and
the massacres the massacres so many massacres in plain sight
do not push it
we will fall leaves or snow it is that simple
we will not have to wait
for 3 billion more years to perish
as the solar orb dissolves and cuts the forces that hold us
do not push do not listen to the war provosts beside you
come here where we sit
in this annex between walls of a nondescript house
where we shudder
where we write and string the guitar the fervent bones we
spin on the floor do not push it