#bettertimes
Will there be a time when
All this technology ends
When the screens go down
We all mute the sound
Will we return to a time
Not forged in financial design
When the ROI and the GDP
Big money banks we no longer see
Or the interest rates and credit lines
Hidden fees and holdback fines
And tell them, when I turn my shoulders to the night,
I sent you to discuss the market's yield's human right
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 9:10 PM UTC
Sometimes on days like these
I watch rain wash my skin like whispers
and it reminds me of you.
I remember when you taught me that the drops
splattering on your windshield like screams
(making it impossible to see
the impatient bloodlights in front of us)
were beautiful.
I couldn't hear you at first
from the ear-beating whip of your wipers.
Then with just one smooth, ink-like movement,
you silenced them...
and I sat in
serenity,
amazement,
as your eyes lit the falling tears on the
slowly diminishing glass-metal frame
that swathed us.
I forget when it disappeared...
but before I had the chance
to fashion your visage in my brain,
I was sitting naked in the rain,
letting you wash my skin
while you murmured sunlight in my ear.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC