poem 221 of a poem a day for 2012

nectar part two...

(canvassing the stellar by streetlight)

diesel lurch

Saturday night

another mouth to feed

the days of the week

don’t mean much

as they used to

in America

fast cash

cost average

cast your vote

for big this

for big that

the smallest of things

can become weapon-ized

can become a cell level blade

or at least part of

the sleep cycle interruption

that keeps cages

from being an overt necessity

the salt and sulfur blues

in my blackened faced coal heart

is murmuring the paces

of my freewill in another

chemical reaction

another plasma field

waiting to light my way home

waiting to hit the pause

and button cut a split second decision

a rip torn incision that says

I’d rather fall forever to live

than drown another moment

in the perfect rise of wings

made to take me away

from the gutter warm

sweet burning alive

that is picking berries

on the soles

of those feet

that would rather

not see who they are

stepping on

just to be

another patriotic

painted American

cigar store Indian stand

EJR ©