let’s change our dna.
create new boundaries and openings
to pull our selves out of the wreckage of creation’s slumber.
we are asleep
and do not want to be awoken
who can blame us?
sleep is the morphine we don’t pay for.
but it does cost.
mortgages and meltdowns are fleas and ticks
compared to the toll imposed by lost creativity and life breath.
seize your mutherfucking day, o great self.
reach around to the back of your mind
where you hide,
waiting for the weather to change.
grab your guns with both hands
and start shooting your way out.
we have bullets
and if that fails
we have love.