I tell people what to do
All day I do this Although it is well disguised as Gentle guiding Exploring At most coaching But to be truthful I say Why not try this Or perhaps that Later on I walk upstairs And dump out my brain Into the compost Or onto the couch Sometimes when I'm being good I'll dump it onto a page Try to turn it all Inside out Find another meaning On the luckiest of days After morning yoga My brain can float Empty and vibrating For a few moments Before the cycle restarts again
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The nightly news is
Populating my nightmares Hate mongering monsters Hold center stage for All who seek the thrill Crave to watch ourselves Go down in flames I see the bobbleheads Who would rule Want to turn back time To back street abortions To segregation Isolationism and deportation I see them and fear for our world I sit and worry in comfort Safe in my white skin My blue state My ivory tower Let the nightmares come For awakening is necessary To fuel action To fight back Let it come I'm walking out of the market
Carrying two heavy bags One on each arm Thinking Not too heavy I can manage But in the midst of This figuring I looked up And stood still The sky The sky was a painting An illustration in a child's book Sun gone but Sky blue Grey seeping in And in the bluest sky A crescent A smile of moon Luminous Next to one bright star Or planet This formed a flag For a yet unnamed county Of the purest blue The most hopeful smile of moon The brightest star On this first day Of the untried new year A propitious sign A borning of a New peace A new people Right there By the market |