Conflict Vs. the Tercet

Exercising the Tercet (squared--to power-up) and in trimeter

Give me all the money
There's not enough whisky
There's not enough of love
To set the world on fire
So pass me the whisky
and give me back my gun
Give me all the money
There's not enough whisky

There's not enough of love

Recognizing conflict is participating. There has to be another way.

Perhaps, not in any practical sense.

Not so long as there are turn signals and people who do not know how to use them—you know what I mean? Minor tiffs in mediocrity—a remarkable human success. We have achieved mediocrity—after all these generations of trying. We have made it.

Conflict, the artifact that persists. Why?--life without fight is the other thingy--death. We reenact this ritual out of habit...as herd animals--viva la vida. Hasta la victoria siempre! Perhaps its always been this way—oh low if the condition has been so persistent—can we say inherent?

Look at this beautiful madness, this rude order. Look and sigh, change lanes, take a walk, go up and down some stairs. Jesus said to me in Notre Dame on the Ile de la Cité, "When there is a hole in your shoe you get wet."

So, go where people gather and marvel. Meanwhile, the only thing that unnerves me is an attitude of certainty--and at its heart, religious.

"But who in the hell am I talking too?
There aint no one here but me.
And he cocked both pistols and spit in the dirt
and walked out into the street."*

l'a-ro

*Tom Ames Prayer. Steve Earle