music is blooming
and plumes of smoke
are looming on the horizon
sidelines are bustling
and the diner is hustling
and we all feel overwhelmed
show me the ancient fingerprints
as we listen to the sound
of women screaming
her eyes are like lightning
and there is fire in her chest
our teepees have rusted in the wetness
so ****** a penny between the rails
and watch it fall into the well
wishes are abundant
but we often fail to remove
these plundered treasure chests
his arguments are not about the weather
on his face are the frozen eyes of death
this hunger is nothing new
so look at me and i’ll smile
i'll swallow the starched collar
and scents of old perfume
for god is grooming you
removing your stains
and painstakingly spending his time
trying to make you happy
so for once in your life
please remind yourself
that its alright to be grateful