To those that love the art form
of writing words into crosswords
of sentences in short and oblique
stanzas we refer to as poetry,
the mundane act of explaining briefly
the universal reactions of our emotions
clearly, this is not one of those cheesy
wind-up conversations about teenage love
and flowers, more like, the ethos of a
mental conversation, like bullets rico
cheting through the crowds of people
metaphorically, opening heart wounds we
thought were stitched and sealed clean
and yet, pour out our sensitivities like
dams that hid the reservoirs of spring,
in youth, like the long ago fairytales we
left so hovering, conclusions awaiting to
be continued until our breathing seizes
and we fizzle out to darkness tender aging
dried up like a flower withering in the sun
from dawn born to dusk grown, and all the joy
we felt ignored, all the colors that we adored,
all the different ways to express that we did
not undergo for sake of social norms and social
constructs, of thinking there was ever value in
the good arts, or costs of anything we do at all
in a world we live in making more of, always you
and I providing something having only money be the
ego why we do not give so freely, if you ask me,
there was always plenty to build on and always will
and willing to make more of, just like numbers growing,
economics run on forever going for long as people keep
on being born into this world that spins in ever groaning
complaining boredom about the rich and poor in cities
roaring, into never ending supplies of people lovestruckt
about having more of nothing in their plastic little bank cards,
born into the sameness of human innovations building cities
upon small cities while the government sits there allowing
everyday people fight over bread crumbs tipping over windows
of the high and wealthy because we were never about that
human presumption of building economics onto living rather
economics towards more having while the people struggle daily
sending children to the rudimentary classroom babysittings
fooling their youthful imaginations such stability exists
after graduations, after doing things correctly, while the
world punishes the ones that have nothing while those in
evil gang living go on simply taking what they dont work in
always taking from the ones that study doing things correctly,
we have turn blind eyes into building empty factories, with
workers on the streets homeless penniless in a system that
would rather reward the thieving luxuries of gangs with flashy
cars and stable living in this society we live so loosely,
through this everlasting cycle of growth and dying there is
nothing at all to be putting value mindsets if we're living in
a world of human capital fantasies, of living in open market
economies, yet leaving the people to struggle over jobs and
living, over long droughts and down turns, over lack of having
somewhere they can turn to when everything remains with a
cost of breathing, and what of the broke and laid off, of the
millions that can't even afford another month of renting, of
the young that just want to take their mother's on a field trip,
of the empty chairs and diners awaiting, of all the lack of
stable living for wanting to hold onto paper societies,
if you ask me, I consider it too funny watching studious kids
thinking they will have life so stable doing what they should be
when no one cares about you having working possibilities,
of wanting to have economics, and yet failing to do so practically,
wanting and yet, even then we punish those that have nothing,
seeing everyone fight amongst each other explaining how to properly
live in spending, how to divide the air we're breathing, how to put
a price on water drinking, how to charge you for the roof you live in,
how to charge you while you are hyperventilating, how to structure
the joy in spending, how to see this as the only explanation
for human living.
06.19.23
