What else could be said
About a little lie
That somehow
Left so many afraid
Of what could have been done instead
These agreeable chickens
Speak no truth
But lies
To me
And you
What else could be said
About a little lie
That somehow
Left so many afraid
Of what could have been done instead
These agreeable chickens
Speak no truth
But lies
To me
And you
Giddy markets
Cut out the middle class
Of people
Working day and night
Giddy homes and giddy cars
Giddy stocks and giddy stars
So hold tight
And wait for a new opportunity
If it ever comes
Again
It’s as sweet as an afternoon nap
Right there with a cozy
Knit blanket on your lap
The new out of tune
Is the thing to do
When the world
Falls apart
Just tuck in
And get a good view
It was an alright start
To a uneven night
That started with a nice
Shirt and pants
I could tell
That my own jealous
Self was not
Going to let go
Of my freedoms
So easily
I took off from the back door
And into the evening
Away from the odd path
My feet were beating
I was done
One and run
Out of the lifeline
Of support
I
Was
Kaput
It was never meant to be
Even I could see
The superficial
Hopes
That were strung
From the beginning
And now have come
Undone
It wasn’t until I saw
The setting sun
In a crimson bed
That I began to wonder
What had been
Creating that crimson red
The pollution from the mills
So I sat still
And observed
The crimson sun kill
Collect and release
The moments that
Make us
That take us
By the heart strings
Everyday
We catch and release
A few more memories
Into the shades
Is there any way out?
From a dismal start
To the lying stout
That comes with time
And frustration
With all the hopes
Of one great nation
The only hope
Is to escape
Quietly
In the night
Move through
And hope to
Make the fastest movement
The quickest channel
Of communication
On the Friday
Outside of Phoenix
Not sure what comes next
So embrace the wild
Unknown
And go
Where it goes