{"id":1065,"date":"2011-03-13T00:58:06","date_gmt":"2011-03-13T00:58:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1065"},"modified":"2011-04-18T04:05:10","modified_gmt":"2011-04-18T04:05:10","slug":"brad-burjan-311","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/brad-burjan-311\/","title":{"rendered":"Brad Burjan, 3\/11"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong><em><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">the progression of thoughts<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000;\">image<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">and sound<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">fertilize the sentiment,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">which sprouts<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">into a thought.<\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">the thought<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">grows thicker<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">and thicker<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">until<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">there is no more room<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">to spread.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">and then come<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">the words,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">breaking windows<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">and shedding blood,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">until<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">the silence<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">harvests the space<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">needed<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">for another seed.<\/span><\/p>\n<div>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>a difference of interpretation<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n<\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000;\">some of us<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">never read the owner&#8217;s manual<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">to<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">our own lives.<\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">as a matter of fact,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">we probably burned it,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">sometime<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">between birth<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">and highschool,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">but<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">in our defense<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">we probably just wanted to<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">study<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">the effects of fire.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">so instead<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">we learned everything<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">on our own,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">and rewrote<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">that owner&#8217;s manual<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">with nothing but our guts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">and if you ask just about anyone<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">they will tell you<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">that your guts<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">are just no substitute<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">for<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">standard black ink.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">and then<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">you might nod<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">just to pretend that you&#8217;re paying attention.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">but really<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">you&#8217;re just thinking in terms<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">of<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">the carcinogen content<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">of standard black ink.<\/span><\/p>\n<div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>but only <\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong><\/strong>you sit there<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">contained<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">by nothing<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">but a legion of<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">streetlights,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">peeking<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">in your apartment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">the stillness<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">is warm enough<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">to wear.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">but<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">you think<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">of people.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">these people,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">working the stitch<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">better than any<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">seamstress.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">and<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">here you are<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">abrasive<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">to needles,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">afraid<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">of thread.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">it&#8217;s a discipline<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">of staying<\/span><br 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