Sunday Night Chilled Poetry
pulse gone, say no more
return into a chemical
saved to a file that’s been erased
splintered out dust within a space
possibility we’re writing sine waves
we ordered our time back from our first day
present this sound
gotta make this loud
in the time of reconciliation, however,
deep end of the memory i can measure —
the background sounds
resources to grab
and the garden will grow from mist or flow
clearly we soak up many past renditions
turn around disperse all our new conditions
train window’s flashing in a blurry
makin movie frames i’m fine viewing
and now staring at the acts on stage
turnin days into a dog-eared page
everyday is synchronicity
worry, worry, worry
revealing our position of our fear but not enough lovin
simplistic in midst of class distinction
partition party for a new red herring
connect us all
why’d i buy liquor for my liver burn?
working in the city dreamin of a golden urn
connect us all
