#equivocation
Leather and oak
Whiskey and smoke
Exhaled in a languid defense
Of an evening that’s spent
In a mist of ferment
That eventually lifts all pretense
Quietly tight
As you sip through a night
Of forgetting the reason you came
Asking, no doubt
What your life is about
And then looking for someone to blame
Feeling at ease
‘Til the moment you seize
On a thought that you thought you had lost
Wondering why
You believed in the lie
And then categorizing the cost
Leaving a tip
Like a bargaining chip
To the sad patron saint of the waiting
Hoping to gain
Some relief from the pain
In the arms of sweet equivocating
On your way home
You’re no longer alone
As you walk about talk about trust
Like a moth to the flame
You dissolve in the shame
Of the heat and the light of your lust
In the morning once more
You have evened the score
And your ego’s exacted its price
So you say your goodbye
And you try not to cry
For the loneliest act of your life
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
Lift up your voice and shout.
Even if it feels a bit strange.
We know what we’re about.
Praying and singing for change.
Work and sing for change
Just as hard as politicians lie.
Call them out for their untruths.
Ask them when, how and why.
Don’t accept weak excuses.
They have far too many of those.
Make their equivocation useless.
Make them keep their lying lips closed.
Sing if you’re tired of defeat.
Sing if you are willing to try.
Sing to everybody you meet.
It may take some power on high.
Don’t forget what is needed.
Keep your eyes on the prize.
It’s hard to cheat the wary
By trickery played on your eyes.
Keep on insisting on honesty.
Make them all stick to the subject.
If they don’t answer the questions.
You know just who not to elect.
Lift up your voice and shout.
Even if it feels a bit strange.
We know what we’re about.
Praying and singing for change.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC