Find me
in permanent
spring, just before summer
lying on green grass, staring at
blue sky
That place
where everyone
but me is wearing shorts
and jogging around the park, as
I watch
Sipping
beer and squinting
at sun on patio,
just soaking in the good-vibe rays
today
Riots in the streets of Baltimore
megaphones on the steps
of my State Capitol
live testimonies from the courtroom
of the Theater Shooting Trial
and these are just a few of the many
fucked up vibes on this day
(pick a day, any day)
these are just a few of the many
All is not right in the world
One too many
one short
on a quest for
perpetual buzz
Children take swim lessons
at an indoor pool
one boy is terrified
his tears become one with
the very thing he fears
outside, the rain turns to sleet
Spare me
disparity
it is clarity
that I need
Call me childish,
but I am holding them—
each breath I am allotted
Bystander
idling by
standing straight
standing by
staring at the ceiling
counting spackles
bedazzled, enraptured
enamored of the cause
what it cost
to be here now
on standby
idling through life
passing it by
Sleeping unsoundly;
my bed is made
but the sheets aren’t straight
It’s time
to stop this
autopilot
to stop digging
& fill in these ruts
once & fuck all
with concrete
it is time
to create
to fan the flame
that has been snuffed
it is time to do
fuck the don’ts
can’ts & won’ts
time to stop
this lip pouting
& looking back
enough yellowed
photographic memories
& frayed futures
now is the only thing
I passed by the playground where you played
right before your sister was born
the one with dinosaur bones in the sand
and you brought your remote control car
we went back there once five years later
and you and your sister dug in the sand for coins
and you both climbed those dinosaur bones
I had to slow for the dip or I would’ve missed it
I have to slow for the dip before I miss it
I know exactly where I am, and I am on an old path
FM Ghost 