by shaun lawton
As you've guessed,
this is a narrative
told from an untrust-
worthy source, but I
ask you, in all honesty:
how much better
is your trusted source?
I thought so. Now back
to the factual approach.
You may not know me,
but I'll prove to you that
what I say is true; by the
time I finish this sentence,
which in and of itself
reflects there is a thought
to be thought of--otherwise
how could I write it out-?
-I will have shown with
refutable precision that
even the most common
thoughts of a six year old
are mere companions
to a host of boiling
imaginings, and that its those
catapulted into fortune
who get to be considered
lucky by their less well to do
brethren (when they're anything
but) that end up getting what -?
-because everyone knows
no matter which way the
wind blows, it's who you
know, don't you know-?
-and how to show your
feelings to those in the
know who know you know
they know--if you know
what I'm saying--is that
the whole point of playing
their game-? -even though
its been the same old game
since Eden came, it's like
praying, children's laughter,
like a lancing wound, or a
short disaster in a preaching
mood, there's no worse food
in terms of nutritional value,
so the thing to do is let them
laugh at you -?- I don't think
so, not where I come from, no;
so how about you look down
your street, can you tell me
where its open ends meet-?
-and please share the secret here
with the rest of us until we
dare remember that when
our priorities begin getting
way too stacked forgiveness
will dissolve them
just like that...
Everybody so caught up in this undertow
of daily momentum, going to work, paying our bills,
gettin' 'er done, on the run, making money, saving coins,
spending bling, yet no matter where you go, be it Alabama,
Alaska, Argentina, Austria, Afghanistan, Arizona, Washington D.C,
your house, my place, homeless shelters, hospitals, communes,
public parks, hotels, hostels, bus stations, train stations, police stations, centers for disease control, centers of humanitarianism, churches, concert halls, high schools, dog shelters, gardens, beaches, on this side of the ocean, on that side, it doesn't seem to matter--life continues its relentless churning and toiling and working and boiling and cleaning and singing and praying and laughing and all the while as preachers teach and teachers preach and everyone reaches toward each other or away from it all, no matter how big or small, how well-meaning or fawning or preening, no matter how finely educated or how many degrees are hung up on our walls, no matter how rich or how poor, we can't seem to even open the door wide enough to air things out or slow down quickly enough our mutual industriousness polluting, feuding, rooting and contaminating our land, our oceans, our skies, our rivers, the air we breathe, the water we drink, even our own blood, no matter how much we care to think, it's a rat race en masse to grab ass or get to the top of the money heap, to get it cheap or squeeze ourselves into that one percent, or if all else fails to wave it all away and hit the hobo rails, hitchhike across the USA, walk on the wild side or dare to take a fast ride on the coattails of the willing, while the unforgiving continue to replicate and the hopeless among us wait, can we get an amen and not a hung jury, can we quit bickering over half a dozen and sixes, over the existence of gods or a supreme being, dare we give each other a nod from across the aisle, after awhile maybe we should all take a break, in shifts, if you get my drift, to fix the things that matter, like food, clothing, shelter, water, air, a sustainable environment, it really is a no brainer, so how come it appears as if we haven't become any saner?
Air quality ain't nice when the particulate matter keeps climbing
and when the overcritical political climate begins to rise the timing
coincides with the polar icecaps melting all the while those in denial
selected to lead us will seek their revenge in a fashion most grievous
You could almost call it mischievous if it wasn't so malignant and
deleterious, I'm well aware of this, upheaval's in the air awakened
and if I'm not mistaken it will break in and shatter all our expectations
with which we look out through our fierce visors at the world
For this mass tectonic shockwave bootstraps are optional and recommended
Hang on tight while we gather our wits to figure out what it is we defended
Never mind we don't have the time it's barely enough to hold on and survive
Disregarding one critical matter to focus on another in order to just stay alive
