I would like to know
if 360 degrees have a world aglow
with day and night tight
where the political clues lead someplace right
so life don’t end in wars that say good night
Walking through the desert storms
generally around haboobs are norms
over landscapes known with satellite pictures
vast spaces shrunk and with city spots sink
Dust to dust piles of crumblin concrete
and nothing’s too lively
nothing too neat
streets point to the nowhere
that was somewhere before
death came a knockin
on everyone’s front door
Marvelous egression from long legged white birds
standing in ocean foam searching for fish
things that go on unseen below
distracted with greed, taken by undertow
Third world wars traditional warp time around
painting curt dreams with crunchy pretzel frowns
Give the jimmies to the da sein
give the pass over to morrows
live the time with hope and windows
for a future above not below.
