Pay my taxes,
punch the clock,
Raise my own hell,
don’t do you no harm.
Get off my back man,
take a minute,
hurry up!
Last cigarette,
I promise.
Running around,
pure electricity,
Keys in the front door,
sweet relief.
A day in the wilderness,
calm release.
Otherwise, its the bourgeois maze.
Gotta form a plan,
get out.
Eternal freedom,
no doubts.
Le Monde
Bodies welling,
Souls wailing.
Cosmic particles crashing deep within us,
We’re all Adams/we’re all atoms.
Hearts sailing,
Minds dreaming of a better time and place.
Feed us light, water, air,
Spread us to the wind, bury us in the earth.
Violence eats us,
Tragedy upon tragedy upon tragedy.
Lives vanish rapid fire,
If we don’t progress, we’re doomed to supernova.
Unimaginable destruction,
Lost forever in the depths of
h i s t o r y.
(mis)communication.
Think don’t spew,
Give the same repect you get,
Listen don’t skew,
How hard is that to follow?
Underneath the Wreckage
Subway station, empty/peaceful.
Yet my thoughts, immersed in chaos.
This city sleeps, though I hardly catch a wink.
Fellow men and women dying in the streets.
Can’t dispute we all bleed red,
but the darker your skin the more often bleeding happens.
An elderly woman moves over, to block me from taking a seat.
Not the first time, I’ve felt subtle, hot, contempt.
Can’t mind it, I’ve got calls to answer, files to update, bills to pay.
Just like everyone else.
The city sleeps, but I hardly catch a wink.
Filled with desire for more, for better, and far from at peace.
sealed in ink 