. . .
your whole life was laid out before you…
look up- it’s all in the stars
it’s all in the cards
it’s all in the bar crawl
bathroom stall
down the hall
in the room
in the tomb
look how the moons in full bloom…
if you wanna pray, speak your mind
when you learn to see
you do not need to look
become blind
and your sights redefined…
sign language to hear. . .
as blind as a bat
in a sign language jetstream
when nobody listens
we’re shiny with glistening fear.
cover your ears to the truth…
oh brother, in this day and age
when you pay attention
it’s hard to relate
when the masses are duped.
sip your soup
nerf ball, dancing
all soft…
just bounce off each other
and hope
that your thoughts don’t drift off.
paralyzed from the eyes up
one point of reference for focus. . .
death sentence
social injustice
combustible underground
locusts and frogs from the gods.
president asks “who’s got a problem?”
everyone seems to nod no…
watch mirages, prodding at food
twirling around in the cosmos is glue to this fabric…
you are the miniature model to all of that magic.
with malice
with undeniable glee
man used the talons from mechanical animals
to split up the earth and declare private property…
you’re rolling down broadway but living on baltic
and thats what I call a monopoly…
