My first thought this morning was
"Day 2, this asshole really was elected as president."
Yesterday
Fat crocodile tears coated the world around me in a haze of,
"I don't... I won't... I can't... Dad, where are you, are you safe?"
No longer recognizing the world around me, I stumbled through
a darkness that offered no reprieve, guaranteeing nightmares
that I had not considered before, ones that scared the Sandman
into retiring for his work was eliminated and his role unnecessary.
My amygdala hijacked, I looked for blue skies and cold winds but
instead found an orange coating blazing brighter than our sun.
Our faces were coated by dust, an aftermath of a predator
stalking our flock and tracking our flight patterns and his harpies
laughed at our broken wings, they applauded as we tumbled
through pain, through sorrow, through tears and snot trails.
Today
Am I older than I was yesterday, and when does this world begin
to make sense, to prioritize compassion, to cherish empathy?
Do I recognize the people around me, and do I know them,
or should I play the ancient game of friend or foe, food or poison?
In a history composed of interlaced patterns, the doilies are
positioned ever so delicately and belie intent of the meal served.
There is a heat coursing through my veins, my riverbeds are lava,
hell hath no fury like this woman scorned and I am enraged.
This is sickening, we are ill, and pass me the scalpel because
we have to, we need to address the underlying disease to upgrade
and iterate to our latest software, to move from pre-op to post-op.
It has always been life or death, look around you, see who's dying.
Tomorrow
Stand up, stand at attention, we do know where we go from here.
Whether you need to lean in, step back, step the fuck up, we know.
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again? That's how it goes?
Well, we have not succeeded, frankly speaking we have failed.
We have failed brothers and sisters and chosen families and
strangers we may never meet but whose lives we brush against.
When you want something badly enough you can taste the
complexity of its flavors, the tang of its calling, the sweetness of
its reality, the bitterness of its perceived intangibility, yummm.
I am no longer asking, I am telling you to want this, want equity
as badly as you want food, water, shelter, that new pair of shoes.
Hearts and minds and lives, flesh and blood lives, depend upon it.
Yesterday
Fat crocodile tears coated the world around me in a haze of,
"I don't... I won't... I can't... Dad, where are you, are you safe?"
No longer recognizing the world around me, I stumbled through
a darkness that offered no reprieve, guaranteeing nightmares
that I had not considered before, ones that scared the Sandman
into retiring for his work was eliminated and his role unnecessary.
My amygdala hijacked, I looked for blue skies and cold winds but
instead found an orange coating blazing brighter than our sun.
Our faces were coated by dust, an aftermath of a predator
stalking our flock and tracking our flight patterns and his harpies
laughed at our broken wings, they applauded as we tumbled
through pain, through sorrow, through tears and snot trails.
Today
Am I older than I was yesterday, and when does this world begin
to make sense, to prioritize compassion, to cherish empathy?
Do I recognize the people around me, and do I know them,
or should I play the ancient game of friend or foe, food or poison?
In a history composed of interlaced patterns, the doilies are
positioned ever so delicately and belie intent of the meal served.
There is a heat coursing through my veins, my riverbeds are lava,
hell hath no fury like this woman scorned and I am enraged.
This is sickening, we are ill, and pass me the scalpel because
we have to, we need to address the underlying disease to upgrade
and iterate to our latest software, to move from pre-op to post-op.
It has always been life or death, look around you, see who's dying.
Tomorrow
Stand up, stand at attention, we do know where we go from here.
Whether you need to lean in, step back, step the fuck up, we know.
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again? That's how it goes?
Well, we have not succeeded, frankly speaking we have failed.
We have failed brothers and sisters and chosen families and
strangers we may never meet but whose lives we brush against.
When you want something badly enough you can taste the
complexity of its flavors, the tang of its calling, the sweetness of
its reality, the bitterness of its perceived intangibility, yummm.
I am no longer asking, I am telling you to want this, want equity
as badly as you want food, water, shelter, that new pair of shoes.
Hearts and minds and lives, flesh and blood lives, depend upon it.
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