ego helium and puffed chests
is coming our way
pop is the sound
we’d be wiser to embrace
deflation our humility
humble we respect
gifts of the present
resent no person
recognize not the swell
or lack thereof
each of us string along
tightly tethered on wrist
soiled underpants (respect to my preacher)
nurture spirituality like well-fertilized gardens
growing vivid harvests. only where we’ll till
the earth under itself when the bounty’s been collected;
i’ll be praying
my neon blue tide
will remove the stain of a bug caught
when spreading peace and love
at sunday’s religious community event.
lines on the face
tired engines and languid pop stars
America’s plain tired
where has the eye cream gotten to?
give us a bucket of cream ice and a television
and a spotty memory of yesterday
the day before
because a new show will give us everything
at least a reason not to go outside
for then all will know what it shows.
over dreams and sources of rainbows oven heat the weather mothers’ everthing’s don’t pretend we transcend heaven when the rubber hits the soil when the soul hits the road to reflection and my mirror is yours you reach out to wipe away the cold condensation where contemplation paralyzes fear realize the games we’ve played have […]
reel tactfully tighten towards tiptoe
heels faltering foes finished fancily
crush pens and dope
Where’d we start?
Past tensions busted apart.
Locks and strands twirled between fingers,
Braided taught. Convinced pupils trusted
Structures build themselves
Involuntarily welding together parts.
Either or, we know it’s heart.
Together we all start.