The Hearts of America

This is not a mission. This is the bloodletting goal. This is the heart that beats not because it asks you for permission Or because it was a pre-meditated thought of your own survival. We are florid, hungry animals even behind our desk, Behind a sigh, Behind low-paying rent and lonely Drags to the Laundromat. We are always open to Total Wisdom and plain heart, Even in our most cornered minds And gunked-up thoughts, Even when we see the rivers of good and evil Wash into each other from brackish shore to brackish shore Overhauling the confusion with our mind and heart’s turmoil And plea for sense and reason. I am alive and well, now. And maybe so are you. And together we can make a difference. This is a message to the Hearts of America.