Just a Prayer in America in 2019
take a chill pill friend before your head pops like a pimple
on the verge of infection and mucus substances pour
on the helpless individuals that stand around you. It never helps
to stress too much, nor does it aid to stress too little and making
it all too late to change. There's a balance in avoiding collateral
damage, a little ballet to play with the brain as rain pats down in pitters
and dampens all that came before, and you remember how that went
when the world collapsed around you, suction created by black hole
dreads that deepened as you, you stepped farther away on thin air. Progress
was nil but you can't expect progress when you're ten feet off the ground
without traction, yes you'll slash and shout with hands and mouth,
but there's no way to make an impact if all that troubles you is at the back
of the hall and you aren't even on the ground to let gravity do its work.
Traction is important. Planting yourself in the realness of your surrounding
is important. It has to be tangible and graspable and changeable. No use spitting
on it when it needs to be choked up and removed from the earth. Don't get buried,
don't let a crash zone stretch back to black hole as you dig too deep.
Such a thing as burying too deep. Such a thing as digging your own hole.
Such a thing as burying yourself whole. Such a thing as a grave you dug.
Such a thing as a grave you dug.
