Coming Forth — A Tribute to the Band “Slint”

Slow slithering lines meander
leaving breadcrumbs of ideas
behinds as they slowly work
to a sudden stark shattering
and climb slowly back down
into a quiet contemplation
before slashing raw again
the slow slight peacefulness
with jarringly sharp edges
of middle-class bent anger
and suburban frustrations
boiling always just below
the surface of everything
just waiting always to burst
and forth comes the rage
and angst and stark fear
of sameness and bland
dreams of middle America.