I think about you

when the sun is up

down

and setting.

Setting the picture

next to the family album

say cheese.

For the mouse running

roaming free

free of the pussy.

The will own us.

She said she was mirror watching.

I still don’t know

what that means.

I can see her

see herself

in a cold room

in the middle of the night.

Maybe she was

waiting

waiting for something

to grab her

tell her

that everything is okay.

Two sides

showing at once,

twin sisters.

It’s not that I don’t believe

it’s more along the lines of

why should I?

Speech with confusing vocabulary

on and on and on I hear

your message of good

evil

but

aren’t they the same.

Cut from the same apple

and viewed in different light

under different ideals

in the same book.

Trenches with muddy

fingers pointing

at anyone

but themselves.

Three classes a week

down to one.

Trial and error

couldn’t teach me

how to tell

a silly little lie.

Bright blue eyes

dribbles around

in my mouth

I can’t let her

down

just once

a silly little lie.

 

I watched the march

on t.v like most.

Never put in the position

to walk in the shoes.

I’d like to think

I’d walk tall

and match stride

with history.

Hands burned on my knees

coffin almost nailed shut tight

lie in Winter bed.

I believe in your way

your voice

the tidy way your hair falls

on to mine.

Walking wasn’t easy

still isn’t

but I need your voice

to be heard.

Spread tales of wisdom

and equality to readied ears

to bring the new world

with ready arms.

Tyrants scream

for submission

Maidens plead

for mercy.

I hear

and will bend

my own knee

without warrant.

March

March

March on.

Will meet in the front

and I’ll be there.

March for the truth

that you found

in our future.

And I’ll be there.

March

March

March.

I don’t regret knowing you

I regret how I left things.