Words being screamed at you,
Shouted-sung-rapped-thrown at you,
Dreamt at you--
Building castles in the air,
Ones that flare up
And stare up at you
Like an animal caged
Pent up with rage
Penned in a rage
In a book that has seen better days.
But the words keep swirling,
Worlds keep swirling while minds keep turning,
Hanging by a thread,
Millions dead and even more dying,
Already crying from the pain
Because the duct tape closing out mouths
Is the only thing that’s clothing us now.
The sheep lead other sheep into
The very maws of the beast,
Claws of the beast
Tearing us apart when we were never together
Because this bitter world we’re living in
Is inevitably crumbling in
On top of our heads, on top of the houses,
On top of the spouses and the good old
Making up their Christmas lists.
And the nay-sayers, the hate-speakers,
Are all up there implicating the teachers
Who try to show us love and truth
(Though that’s the failing of our youth,
Learning other people’s truths
Instead of burning paths to our own).
The leaves are torn, the grass is mown,
But the hearts wrenched by a moan
Because of the unspoken laws
Already too-broken laws
Telling us to follow our fate
Though it’s already too late.
We’re following Dorothy’s road
Trees and flowers already sowed
In military constructions
Coming with instructions
Don’t miss a step
Or you’ll fall right back to the start of it all
Where no paint-by-numbers
Or telephone numbers
Can raise you from the pit you’re in
And people push you down again.
So you wear your badge of shame
Your very name a scarlet letter,
Or even better:
Neon lights, see-through tights,
See-through eyes up in the skies.
Big Brother’s watching, so you’d better give him a show
With Lucifer’s angels staring up from below--
All the misfits and “screw it”s wearing clothing that’s
Too dark, too bright,
Too loose, too tight,
Tight like the straitjackets they say we’ll wear
(Matched with blood and dye in our hair.)
But that ghostlike “they” can never foretell
That they will one day wear straitjackets as well.
They’ll try to deny it,
But they’ll never fly with the wax melting off their feathers,
Learning how to suffer together
Instead of accepting
That a guy can rock a nose ring
That a girl can step into the ring and be the ringleader,
Leading other people to lead rings onto their fingers.
These are the real thinkers,
People who instagram their Starbucks cups
And are always ready to fuck shit up
On those newfangled instruments
Of peace and power,
Wars and flowers,
Ready to devour the next book
Or get the next look
At the injustices, discrepancies,
That that “they” can’t see.
The power of words, the power of good,
The power of Chrome and wood
Elucidating, not hating this new generation
As they generate a culture in
The binary underlying our flesh
As we lie through our teeth to preserve
And serve this war we’re waging against ourselves,
Filling our shelves with pages torn from the past.
And at last 1984 becomes 2013
While LMNOP turns to LGBTQ*.
And the clothes are ripped off
Like the duct tape is ripped off of our speaking mouths
Words finally written down
In a book that will see better days.
When the sheep picks up a cane and becomes the shepherd
And the tick-tocking turns into clip-clopping of
High heels on the ground, singing like birds--
That is the power of our words.