I don't care what land we end up in.
Narnia, Middle Earth, purgatory....
It doesn't matter to me.
Just hold me.

If you're ever on the riverside
where the sun beats your head
you would see the old man
selling hats of palm leaf
but you care not to notice him
having already smelled the sea
and too keen to cross the river
travel southward on the island
till the saline wind scalds your eyes
your skins itch to jump into the waves
yet the man with the palm leaf hats
would not cease to tell you
how burning would be the sun on the sands
and so badly you need to protect the head
by parting bucks that mean nothing to you
but a world to the mouths he feeds
and before you stamp on him a final no
she has one atop her hair
beneath which her eyes flutter like butterflies
her sun rouged cheeks untimely blush
and two born anew lovers
merrily head for the sea
having bought romance
for forty bucks.

Blue as the geography
of footprints across the dunes
quiet as the white music
of a silent moon
like the wind blowing
the soul off the water
the shadows go out
and are lost in the evening
I conclude the hypothesis
of sundown making no sound
while night climbs the vines
where lowing sadness abides
the ritual of tides pulls me under.

There was a time when things were fine
But he went from full time to part time
Then came to find they had no time for him
A short trip barely a blip when he slipped
And was stripped of his security
And the narrative went from the American dream
To some other sick sad distorted Norman Rockwell scene
And his family went from prosperous
To welfare kindling struggling and burning in anxiety
Choosing between eating and heating
Between water or electricity
but the numbers read him wrong
Statistically society claimed that he
Was a poor *** deserving his shame
Classified with those he despised
Those he never bothered to look in the eyes
Cause he just made bland generalizations
Now he is the generalized
Marginalized by the lies
Forgotten by those who fail to realize
They too are one high wire walk away from
The same kind of pain and devastation
Cause the safety net keeps getting clipped and snipped
Soon even you to will fit, falling right through to
The same sorry state of poverty