Tonight I pray to the memory of Li Po
To Rumi to Bukowski to Sandburg
And the living uncaring soul of Bob Dylan…
one time a guy told me i’m a less hot alison brie and i thanked him
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We sing
I close my eyes
We dance
I can’t breathe
The war goes on
They’re stocking drones
Sowing bodies
In wartime tones
Beneath the sand
Beyond commodified
sparkle and shine,
Does anyone
Really care about us?
In eight minutes, forty six seconds
a life was taken
igniting
the long brewing firestorm
simmering beneath America.