For Lindsey ----

Created: Dedication: Lindsey ----

Listen,
     I want to tell you about the folks down south

 

 

A
     -Dance under the crimson blankets
     -Reprint of returned irony
     -Psychologist hiding under the covers
     -Dream trying to die

 

We must go on
Push,
     Press on

 

Cringing and bewildered twinkles
     On the leaf
          From the tree
               That’s hiding our shadows

 

Becoming aware of the
     Shallow grave
It’s in front of gate,
     That disconnects the church
          From the world
Like a crow basking under the moon’s empathy

 

It’s all in our collective mind
A universe of prankster and comedians,
     Adrift in an anxiety-filled god
We feel safe

 

Agreement
     Will undermine all creative impulses

 

We must push,
     We must go on
Heading nowhere
We’ve already captured
     That elusive horizon