ONE WEEK

i am sad
again n back when
i know – it’s a long swim up
but i c the surface

the space between

sometimes 4 months
yet as long as 2 many more
faintest hint – on i go
semi slow motion

i won’t perform now
i can’t
i hate what has become of US
i must watch

absolute quiet
like anne in an attic
hiding my self
daughters and sons

bad guys abound
this is know for sure

i watched the new brilliant movie CHRISTINE
a news anchor killed herself live in 74
very well done
i considered that b 4

odd / scary
whats the point
when the scaffolding is shattered
once more

like the steel core
on 911
reduced to dust
again on 119

there r no accidents
use me
light
i scream to the dark

too loud
dakota says
her speech stops me
– be here now –

“what is that water on ur face?”
she says – touching my tears
no more of these mama
no no no no

we have 7 days left
to pull off the impossible
stand up and say no
no to the darkness

come on electors
if ever there was a time for a musical ending
DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING
THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN

it is the music
of a people who will not be slaves again
when the beating of ur heart
echos the beating of the drum

there is life
about 2 start
when tomorrow comes
when tomorrow comes