At a standstill

its gridlock

sitting between the trigger

of two revolvers

and a silent auction

this involves all of us

so instead of standing still

lets stand up

in defiance and with action

my voice is a pebble

on miles of highway

having been rode over

and passed for many miles

at speeds to fast to say

slow down

our crowns are tainted bronze

with crimson

as dialog gives way

to distance

and the art of conversation is lost

a lot of the laughter I hear

is faked and forced

its because

the best comedians

are all dead

with the best writers

play writes and composers

this world

is a dead mirage of itself

all the actors

are acting as actors

the false is even falser

becoming double negatives

but breeding nothing positive

The truth is

we are lost alone

even in circles

we are still square

as queer as fag bashing

we are weekend racist

and closet queens

glued to TV screens

waiting for kings

who appear as jesters

and I am the fool

thinking that anything might change

that beauty might end human slavery

we wear invisible chains

that are hard to break free of

and there might never be a change

before we are a deranged scar

on the earths surface

think about ruins

and great cultures

we know nothing about

but there fading architecture

petroleums and plastics

will be our plaque

on a blackened earth

I still lay awake at night

and think we might

one day

achieve great white light

in some place other than death

and with my last breath

I’d like to caress you ears

with a smile

or satisfaction