There’s nothing “Indie”, in·de·pend·ent about You…
Doesn’t it sound good though, ìndə péndənt
and to think without conjunctions
that fickle clause:
the making of a tastemaker
one who defines taste
nothing other than what you are not to them
and the what we’re all rebelling against
a zeitgeist however small.
You’ll remember such a moment.
I wish I had thrown
my opinion through a window
smashing the enclosure of me
and then relinquished it in the irony of a blog
for all to view and to follow in weekly segments.
To wonder about…
And then define like a science.
What is new and what is not:
the what a terrible to look and to listen to.
The unorthodox use of expression
would have been mine to oversee
because I can, however public
because I obviously need
to be a part of the Fickler.
Even during work breaks
or after hours
a need for a benchmark
however drunkard and desperate
to see and hear
of a relentless muse
that will continue to be the ultimate chaperone.