Where do we go from nowhere

when the last cowbell clangs its lonesome cheer

when seven o’clock is abandoned

when protest is manhandled

where do we go when the bees disappear

traffic below returns like a shark

eat enough junk food they say

you’ll embrace green asparagus

retire to your room

read more Karl Marx

who has the moral authority

who wears the real mask

this is the question to

ask and then ask again

look to the gods who are complex humans

the ones who stumble

the ones who die grinning

clasping dream gyros

and leave us spinning

drop that summons that insult to freedom

charge from the lighthouse

attack the doldrums

we have always shuddered in darker places

it’s a game, it’s a scrabble

get down with the races

love and war

hunger and Zen

you can’t be declawed again and again

there is never a time when

a flower lacks beauty

children are born free

this certainty’s no illusion

disaster becomes us

grows our heart and our minds

in the moss of invention

we are people in charge

we are people enlarged

we are people learning to look closely

all visas before are rendered unworthy

passports are useless

we are travelers free of the night

put on a raft and set alight

push us off to the sea

fight the rage of the sharks

haul those oars

depend on the larks

morning comes as it always does

righteous anger awakens

what was interrupted

we will no longer be diverted

can I survive, beauty asks

normal was wounded

unorthodox tainted

heartbroken heals what was always intended

6.13.20 nyc

Photo: Tim Tapling 

Detectorist. Gunfire Beach Wallasay: Wirral25 Feb.2025