Mailbox Full
stopped in a crowd
didn't go with the flow
a brief second
lifted my head
from the ground
from the neon
the chitty chat
all the glitter and glow
nonstop static
from madison ave.
from hollywood and vine
(especially up pennsylvania ave)
beating up
my soul
abused spouse of life
government
family
your insatiable gods
a tax on the very air
(exhalation is free...for now)
as we squabble
we crow
we throw in for all our -isms
occupy
don't occupy
throw those bastards out
or keep 'em in
I don't care
'cause it's all about control
not about your sophistry
your jacking off into a microphone
a chemical imbalance
an ounce lost at death
but as we all feel specific gravity
of an unnamed need or pull
warm blanket
higher cause
justification for
all those purity laws
we'd all put someone up against a wall
and pull the trigger of our righteousness
(don't we all have a pair of jackboots
in the mossy closets of our minds?)
even Mother Theresa
had to wonder what it would be like
to shake the living hell outta someone
when they passed a leper by
and nothing is as easy
as it was yesterday
but no one cares
that it's not that the cage isn't there...
it's just too big to fly across.
Copyright © Andrew Foreman | Year Posted 2014
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