Abstractness of a Concrete Jungle
Here we go again,
pushing the pen across
forgotten liberal sciences,
defining, symbolizing,
stretching out,
words without,
concrete meaning.
And there on the street,
put these to practice,
impossible, absurd,
"man we just do'n,
get off on that crap"
"do'n define my world,
leave my reality 'lone,
do'n ya touch".
And then its back again,
redefine, re-symbolize,
re-stretch, rework,
the basic reality,
reality that does not,
exist in the minds of those,
who shape its very,
existence.
© 1977 Carl Erickson