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Someone laced my morning cup of tea
with newspaper print,
tabloid articles,
PTSD suicides, global warming and sex.

Green tea, still smooth
green pond at dawn.
Such a shame the surface broke
for reality.

I guess everything gets traded away
in the end.
Sometimes I just listen to that album on repeat
The songs spinning round, all pinwheels
Sometimes I can’t tell the songs apart
Sometimes hours go by

Sometimes my words go on repeat
Sometimes I can’t stop saying the same things,
I forget my drink of dictionary
Sometimes even hours go by

And I don’t know where I’m going anymore,
And I don’t know who’s driving anymore

Sometimes the sidewalks play like movies
Until I memorized every concrete reel
I don’t need to see people to know my way
I only need my feet to know the way

And I don’t know where I’m going anymore,
I can’t tell if my face is smiling anymore

I can’t ever find the door,
I don’t know where the walls are anymore
What do you do when your songs don’t start a revolution?
Controlling the crowd with your music but not with your words.
White kids who pay their way into the pit,
Shaking but too drunk to feel cold, and me
Bracing for the ride, readying for disillusionment
Standing in line with fingers crossed-
To be entertained without hurting.
Lightning strikes and off colored thunder,
Cigarette smoke pushing raindrops asunder,
The fog is a pool- I try to float but slip under,
My eyes full of oceans under glass.

Soup by the bowl, caffeine by the gram,
I vouch for a desk, but pay for the land,
There are trees on the shore, shops under the sand,
My eyes are the blocks in the market square towers.

A round on the house skirts a square table,
Woven like lace, a noose fenced round the able,
At the top of the tree rocks a boat like a cradle,
My eyes are clouds staring up through atmosphere.

God in the sky casts its fishing line down,
Lets the happy ones go with a laugh but no sound,
Can’t reach the sad ones, their lips to the ground,
My eyes are ripples on the water.

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Thanks for the fave-Looks like I've got some reading to do!
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