Passive Power

Passive Power



There were no great white flashes
Of lightning, no
Sudden, momentous, important
Epiphanies

Knowledge

Everything
Was easily washed-over
Happy, blue-purple
Dull as a river rock

When I lived with you.

Some people have roundness, smoothness
Their gift
To do no thing pointed
In their hearts, in their heads

Slow white puffs of soft smoke

It could always be worse
Death by day-to-day drama
In whirling insistent violence
Rather than calmly, bit by bit.

Vigilance breaks heads. It severs nerves.

Sleep now
As a thing sneaks in upon you
Slides the blade in, slick, bloodying
You will have saved the lives, like a superhero

Of every prior day

By being

Unprepared.





by Coke Brown Jr. -
as posted on Coke's Croaks -
www.cokescroaks.com