Seeing Ben Folds live in concert today (for free at Pitt) makes me want to write songs. Even if I can\’t play an instrument (well) or sing.

A snippet of one attempt in the last few weeks:
THE CRASH

In the ghetto of majesty,
the cars slink slowly past us
rubbernecking at the accident,
the scene we created.

It\’s really not us,
standing and shouting.
It\’s really not me,
struggling not to cry
over miscommunication
and delayed apologies.

It\’s just a girl and a boy
discussing, talking, shimmering
under the golden sun.

It\’s really not raining.
It\’s really not drizzling.
It\’s really not that dark.

They rush to save us,
crunching metal
because they think our lives
are worthy enough.
We should believe that
instead of waiting
in helplessness.