The Coxswain
Rendition from the third degree,
writers lost in euphoric decrees
blocked, what's happening to me
lost in the "I don't knows"
the articles such as A, The, Thou
& prepositions.
What next?,
Where does the story flow?
a daunting task
Nobody knows
as if Tony Rich & Babyface
were writing songs in my head
Just breath
let it flow. Know!
You're more than capable
of rowing your own canoe,
don’t sit there waiting
for a mermaid to rescue you.
Row, row, row, get to shore,
let the story be told
that the ships
coming from the old country
bearing gold carry a disease
don't be hoodwinked
by the American dream
if it's going to break up
our communities
YOU hold the power, the oar
and command the molecules
of water & ink.
Let it flow
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2016
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