Bon Jovi hair metal nights
cigarette blue air, whiskey mist
big blurry crowd blasting heat
slow beer buzz...fading
Bon Iver silent fireplace light
ice clinking single malt sips
cat deep in guitar case sleep
silence, then the tea kettle sings
the Tired Monk
I think we've all been there. It's fun to look back and remember I used to be a fan of the first. I'm now a fan of the second. I guess this is how life flows. I'm glad we grow up to find intensity in silence.
ReplyDeleteGreat writing Ollie. Thanks. <3
awesome. people have been telling me to listen to Bon Iver and now i am convinced.
ReplyDeleteOld Ollie,
ReplyDeleteInteresting contrasts of so many things. Life, age, sound, taste and SILENCE....
Very nicely delivered,
Eileen
"Ain't this just like the present
ReplyDeleteTo be showing up like this."
~robert
Great transition piece. Maybe there's something nice about getting old....
ReplyDelete...right?
Love it, especially the last line.
ReplyDeleteI lusted Bon Jovi back in college but Bon Iver I had to look up. I'm with your cat; a nap sounds good.
ReplyDeleteAh... those were the days.
ReplyDeleteYes, change, it's inevitable. Nicely put.
ReplyDeleteah the contrast between the two, you got it. the calm sense that comes with bon iver and the rocking arenas of bon jovi. i love both.
ReplyDeleteawesome poem too.