screevers…

 

been around
for
centuries
those
political craftsmen
creating
freedom’s
sidewalk art
chalk illusions
of
human rights
and
democracy
crafted
to trick
the eyes
of
everyman
throughout history
into
seeing
and
believing
that
they were standing
on
the firmament
of
freedom
but
were in fact
standing
on
the completely
flat
and
unchanging
black asphalt
of
ignorance
and
intolerance

 

must cancel my appointment…

 

sorry sir
ain’t got nothing
in
the bag
no wool
from
sheep
nor
anything else
to make
you
rich
from
my
labors
since
i was stopped
at
the border
by
your
national security force
who
after
caging
me
and
my children
set me free
can’t tell you about my children
but
i suspect
they
nor
i
will be harvesting
your crops
this year
but
from
what
i hear
you won’t
need
them picked
because
of
the trade war
something ’bout
no nation being able
to
afford
what you planted
so
that
stuff
is just gonna
rot
but
not to worry
you’ll still get
your
government
crop welfare check

 

waifs ruin bull market…

 

who will buy your wears
the children with empty stares
reaching adulthood
but they have no homes nor coins
you took those from their parents

 

touch…

 

one would have
rightly
assumed
that
by now
science
could provide
a more
refined definition
than
some
proprioceptive
mumble jumble
for
that current
that
flows
through our bodies
when
we’re
in
each other’s arms
some
scientific term
to
capture
when two souls
merge
into
a single energy
celestial fusion
perhaps
but
even that
fails
for one
has no reference
for
true rapture
just
a series
of
words
written
by
poets