The circus reigns
Pulling up on
Certain
Vital strains
Uprooting
Higher veins
Of connected issue
Interwove tissues
Who called
Who
What and why
The details blurry at best
Wrong at worst
The circus returns
To the golden coast
When we needed it
Very little
At most
I am afraid to look
Afraid to see
Afraid to be me
Inconsequently
I am afraid to breathe
The space in which we all exist
Is pressing on me
But I know good will come
Love over hate
Over the land we
Live and graze
There is a hope that persists
Even when we are afraid
Hope for new
Hope for life
Hope for love
Hope for you
Bandage my head with wires
Internet strewn bandage
Around my eyes
Holding in my brain
For the words
I see printed on the screen
So indignant
Mean
My hands swollen with anger
Frustration
How can it be that the world
Can be so indifferent
So mean
I feel as if it has already happened
We look past the glass
And see a monster
No water
Just what is
Life will be what it always has
And shall return to
The reality of humanity
What will come when
All the internet has
Has been left
Trolls can go back to their holes
Humanity can resume it’s role
What will happen
In the post internet world
Friday nights
With little to move
Setting out
Deep cut groove
Holding hands
Kissing to make up
What has been lost in a long week
Building up
But weak in the knees
Friday nights
Feeling free
The wires in my head
Disconnected
Laying in bed
Wondering of the rituals
To keep
And destroy
Homeless
But idle my hands my not be
Idle my brain wishes upon me
The wires wrought with contentious
Idea
Waiting to fall asleep
What will this new morning
Bring
The studio
Warm with tubes
Burning low
Lights dim
Soft and bent
Clear vocals ring
In my ear
Songs and ideas
A sea of worth
Lapping the sand
Emotion and time
All along with
Desperation and love
Fades into the studio
The static crew
The wrecking crew
What on unearthed
Can we ourselves
Not undue
Checks and balances
Out of control
Weeping
While the world rolls
On
So much information
Overload
24 hours news cycle
Ride and race
The bicycle
I met a man name Stone Cold
He lives on the outer rim of Detroit
He told me the city is more dangerous
Than ever
That the house that he cared
For his dying mother
Is falling apart
And the walls are caving in
He is doing his best
But he feels it means nothing
He aspires to rap and make a living
He has dreams
We have dreams
We dream together
Of something better
Where the walls don’t fall in
While you watch your own mother die
In the rim of Detroit
People have dreams
But life slips away
While taking care of loved ones
In this country
In our backyard
We took a picture together
I wished him the best
I wish I could do more
I wish I could do more
Lord watch over Stone Cold
