The Garden of Simple
Some crazy fucker
carved a sculpture
out of butter
and propped it up
in the middle of
the Bonanza! Breakfast Bar™.
And I’m stuffing
toast and sausage
into my pockets
under a sign that says
“GRAND OPENING”
while my dog is waiting in the car.
I wake up
I check out
I fill the tank
and wash the windshield clean
and then I’m back out
on the highway
and
BANG ThatsWhenIRemembermy .dreeeammm
We were standing in the garden
and I had a machine that made silence.
It just SUCKED UP the whole opiiinionated din.
And there were no people on the payroll.
And there were NO monkeys on our backs and
and I said, “Baby, show me what you look like
without skin.”
Science
chases money™
and money chases its tail
and the best minds of my generation
CAN’T MAKE BAIL.
The bacteria
are coming
to take us down, that’s my prediction
It’s the answer
to this culture
of the
quick
fix
prescriptionnn.
But in the garden of simple
where ALL of us are nameless
you were never anything but beautiful to me.
And, you know, they never really owned you.
You just carried them around you,
and then one day you but them down and found your hands were FREE.
So now it’s early
in the morning
at the longitude of Memphis
and the sun is setting sweetly on Hong Kong.
The big plan:
is just to keep spinning!
cuz the Big Bang is only
just beginning
and sometimes it’s all that we can do just to hang on…
…and what I mean to say is: “Muah!”
which means that I’m thinking of you.
Which means I’ve been thinking
of you
all
along.
—Ani Difranco