The hesitation feign
Gets no satisfaction
From action
Or helping others
Just in waiting
Sitting
Conflating the truth
In a soundproof booth
Hanging hopes of the people
In a line to dry
While we all are getting older
He just
Can’t try
Burnout generations
Millennials have become
What is strange
What has come undone
When the ordinary
Is so taxing and hard
To make ends meet
To see through
The clutter
Burnout generation
Like no other
Eroding fights
Helpless plight
Unchained fall
Who can call
Why the business
Suits
Failed us all
A fight with a plan
Set up by a man
To see an agenda
To see where
He can send us
In an eroding fight
Right down
To the last night
Sunlight manner
In the morning
When the light is blue
Coffee is dark and bright
Easing into the afternoon
Sunlight manner
Becomes a full light yellow
As the day becomes more mellow
As the day progresses
And the sun recesses
Sunlight manor turns golden orange
Shadows crawl across empty spaces
Until the darkness
Overcomes
And peace settles
In
The sunlight manner
Waits hours
Then starts again
A treasurer workshop
Counts all the number sevens
Net of the sixes
And adds a few fours
To see where improvements are made
And lost
Subtracted and divided
I attended the retreat
But left with more
Than feelings of
Undecided
The treasures workshops
In case we can’t stop
Miracle man
Wakes up from a slumber
When the timing was unexpected
Restored to life
To go on and create
And move
What makes a man new
With a miracle
Too
Patient representative
Subtle glow
Only make changes happen
When it’s something that they know
Maybe we need impatience
Persistence
To do away with the old
And in with the new
Producers see the light
And see it through
Straying from the oath often
And never too soon
Avocado tone
Smooth and buttery
Upon satisfaction
The center disposed with
Lackluster
Care
In a Whole Foods
In a store in Williamsburg
On my way into town
Smooth tones
In smooth stores
The Zeron train
Comes down the rails
Shaking the ground
The walls of the buildings it passes
It collided with air molecules
Burning its way
At 125
Over the steel clad gates
Of red and white stripes
Under bridges
And through fields
I hear the train rumble from a mile away
And wisp through town
Shaking every building around
Bad back
In the news year
Making the right turns
On the wrong lanes
In our timed lives
We make the best of a new time
