June 22, 2014

#1628 the tie that binds

I got the blues from what I read 'cause all they care about is green
They made this here picket line grey, though their intentions be black and white
The time is now, stand together, fight this fight
So grab a lawn-chair, play some crib
Make like Jonny Cash
and walk the line
The time is now, stand together, fight this fight

We're playing a game with children's welfare
Our opponents make up the rules, kicking teachers out of schools
Picking the people's pockets, so they can fill their own
So grab a lawn-chair, play some crib
Make like Jonny Cash
and walk the line
The time is now, stand together, fight this fight

On our ballot slips we replaced democracy with bureaucracy
Now we fill files with paper, but something ain't right here
Some of us believe these streets is still the people's
So grab a lawn chair, play some crib
Make like Jonny Cash
and walk the line
The time is now, stand together, fight this fight

We got the blues 'cause from what we read all they care about is green
They made our picket line grey, though their intentions be black and white
The time is now, stand together, fight this fight
So grab a lawnchair, play some crib
Make like Jonny Cash
and walk the line
The time is now, stand together, fight this fight

June 14, 2014

#1627 to the girl wearing too much lipstick drinking alone at the bar

say Hi and suture this heart
just well enough to last until the sun's next visit
and I know the needle will hurt
but the bleeding will stop
or at least slow

this ER is full of clowns and wannabees
let's understand them together
between faded sheets
let us understand
between you and me

it's OK to listen to our bodies' needs
let's give in to them together
until night fades to dawn
let us give in
give again and again and again
just once

#1626 boil and simmer

there's a poem brewing in the pot of my soul
soon be spilling sizzling all over the stovetop
stand back
protect yourself
this is how houses burn down
down to the ground
memories covered in black soggy messes of ash

there's a poem brewing in the pot of my soul
the element is glowing orange and sparkling black
stand back
protect you child
this is how families live on
on through the dawn
memories as ancestral relay baton

there's a poem brewing in the pot of my soul
life is white and black
so stand back
protect clarity
this is how we feign our sanity
through the crack beneath the door
sanity is a silly three-eyed beast

June 5, 2014

#1625 and the man in the moon

you think I'm an entitled prick
unappreciative of all my parents gave me
but like the new swimmer in the pool's deep end,
we do violent, primal things when we can't breathe
and breathing is hard
with a silver spoon in your mouth