Final Closing Number
I never fully fathom
What these little feathers tweet.
Another feed, another blow
Dragging loudly in the street.
Chirping things I do not know
Offering nothing simply nothing
-But something to excrete.
By the fame, by the frame inside your talking cell.
In the flame, we’re all the same, such a shame inside a facebook shell.
Netflix welling up my mind,
paying by the dime
And time again, waiting by the lion’s den.
And ads are selling, one by one, no one’s yelling, I’m mispelling, always texting, Waiting for the next thing.
Feeling painful pleasure building by the next ring.
Oh November came in loudly.
Oh, what is it what is it?
These days inside of nights and days of light and nights picking fights?
In the state of an affair with both of them.
For the love of us, them, you, who, me too?
Humanity is restless?
What are we in?
Why have we possessed such a nature?
For the land we live in?
For the world we keep safely under our pillow?
Oh, but the feathers have all but blew
To the upward winds, with a sleight of wing
You can hear him sing,
He's a catch, a 22
Ticking, timeless, Common Cuckoo.
Another Carob Spring turns over
A sweet honey be that as it come to May
I can already feel the warmth, sticky, oozing
From the hive.
Nesting in my ear.
Above the jive,
Resting in the clear.
How clear is my head, really?
How clear is anyone's, really?
To stop. To question. To wonder.
Am I being good enough today?
Bold enough today?
Flip a coin.
Take a side.
Don't worry, Don't be fooled
They're both right.
They’re both wrong, it’s trending.
You're safe on my side
Protected, we’re pretending.
From who? I don't know.
Them bad ones. No, no, no, no, no wait
Them good ones.
Ah, I don't know,
Just safe from harm.
Change is a’ comin.
One people at a time. One nation at a time.
One religion at a time.One tradition at a time.
One country at a time. One voyage at a time.
One need at a time.
It always does.
In a day, a month, a year,
A decade, century, millennium,
A myth, dynasty, a kingdom,
An inquisition, coup d'etat, revolt, coup d'etat revolt, coup d'etat,
Crusade, a bomb, a weapon,
war, march, movement. War, march, movement, war march, movement.
Humanity is restless.
What will it be?
That burns in our breath...
What will it be....
Humanity is restless...
Falling falling closing slumber.
He's a catch. A 22
Fnal closing number...
- Poem/Spoken Word