take your seats the lights are low plenty of space behind the curtain it is a curation desert an empty gallery
that’s art? you ask you like to push time so what did you do Saturday Squanderer he said, practice this chord until your fingers bleed
like learning to whistle she said, you might pass out through your fingers more air, less tongue mean it make it echo to call the dogs off the mountain to hope they don’t come home skunked again or worse, quill-nosed or not at all
find a rock so you can brag about your ability to manifest crystals imposter on a trail what was it all for
you won’t go through that velvet opening your hands are too tired for the heaviness of that drapery or for what the audience might not see
We all sleep, and breathe and dream in this city —
But do not go east at night, dear child.
I have mapped these crimes, These grand indictments. These crossed lines Extend past daybreak too I’ve heard these tales, and steer clear Of the latitudes and longitudes.
And south of here, right by school Where you want to just look at Lego sets Even though we have groceries to get — This parking lot becomes territory To lost souls who are not here For Starbucks or weekly shopping peace.
And yes, all 12 voted, first degree Behind your soccer practice fields Mark on your map, a felony. Don’t be alone for crossfire then — Please hold my hand, Just hold my hand.
And north of course, Where you were born Suspicious vehicle left to emergency A man, left to bleed, a kid, really — Only 16.
Does his mother weep? Her sweet son lost in the same driveway Where first we both drove home, Nursed our newborn boys To sleep. Mark the north spot. Ink it, deep.
Well west, you said, Mama look how the sun sets — It’s so beautiful, Mama. Please look away my child. I learned that predators are out on bail, And I have no more ways for us to sail.