if only Brenda could rewind her time three years
shuffling slowly down Agatha street quiet only pigeons coo
i follow the trail of baby feathers-pretending to be sane
just to keep an eye on her
it is reached the daily destination
one of the many resting places
along the coastal California lie
her heels cut dry bond with the pavement
lips crusted knees bent soul MIA
i pull the wool over my own eyes
turn and walk away from her again
for today’s lesson
look in the mirror
and praise your spirit
in math class figure out how many smiles it takes to get you through the day
in philosophy ask not where did our giants go wrong but how can we usher their wisdom to the promised land and have them witness you building their home
in logic it goes without saying fight for your right to think for yourself otherwise no one will ever be free
in ethics and religion agree to disagree knowing that there is no perfection in humanity
and in politics the new world order is to be debated and cut open so tell me what you really see can AI really be the savior that they say it is
and when you’ve reached your elective class use art to create the hate and pain away
and after all your work is done class will be dismissed
so run out to the playing field and level it out with love and lots of elbow grease
wish that i could’ve
taken the bullets for you
building’s not enough
cherish your life their eyes say while they take a sip from the poisoned well cherish all life organic beautiful gross untouchable evil or good all of it without boundary cherish the Unknown be wise some day you will know Us don’t question why or how we happen to be here their eyes sang in choir question your heart on how to move your soul onto higher ground all is not what it seems we are all not who you think we might be cherish your mind think think think and question your brother but cherish him as well the time of cheeks is over reason cannot not work without selfless charity from your heart cherish who you are
sculpture outside of Indian Alley art gallery and yoga studio
the mind collapses violently the carnival of lies that entertained the young impressionable life suffered
a tear in it’s now rotted penetrable fabric cross stitches erupted with the weight of
boiling hot sin and the anger of the soul possessed by ignorance in the ultimate
court we will know who are the innocent Dante and i sipped old world rye
while we waited for the master of ceremony G Scott Heron to update us on
the state of the revolution and how the forests are ablaze and man stuck in
a maze of filters and face lifts and corporate octopussed armed megalomaniacs are worshipped for
curing babies to work the mines lest you forget not even you can nourish your
carcass on diamonds so we sit while the crowd let’s out
neon beer signs
fire door mural cop
harassing drunk patron junk filled basement
last heyday in 1950s
cheap luncheon bar feed
John Fante tattoo
don’t eat the nachos
jukebox no one can hear
two whores boxing
wino pissing
across the street
one shoe on the other
hanging from the wire
that brought the city down
they work on instinct
they are all prison taught
he whispered candy ass freaks
tell me to suck their dick
just for walking on their street
chasms blur all out
the kingdom gone
the will be fickle
find the beauty
of the bones
encased in jaundiced laughter
off the sand dirt tarmac wacks ready of the yet not a time for happy let ye olden wire zap the conscience to open the eye to come what may if knees are to be bent bend to Who saves the soul in the alley no one’s told if what when why how could they for what vision yourself fluffy cloud grandmother’s pie in the morgue of our contrition emergency suddenly emergency was were we not official then just continue to wash your hands
words less spoken 