times wrinkle has now shattered
and left me holding up the wall
while dirty dreams that can\'t be seen
are caught fleeing down the hall
waiting for the injured horizon
to be huddled forth like a thief
into the smoke of a burning boxcar
singing a dirge called life is brief
yesterday I had prayed for rain
now I\'m hoping it will cease
while standing knee deep in protesters
holding hands and chanting for peace
across town a statue tumbles
into a flaming burning cross
where brown shirt men arm salute
yelling about how it\'s a terrible loss
morning stabs the treetops
and our society will receive them
she\'s an extracting mistress seeking
answers faster than philosophers can conceive em
listening to the the moan of the west wind
as they poison the water front beach
dams and tributaries are on fire
burned down to solemnly preach
we will invite injustice to dinner
crack open a fine bottle of wine
try to have a conversation
say you\'ll see it will all be fine
but we know it will never be fine
and we shouldn\'t keep this company
we should throw the door open wide
and tell it to leave not so subtly
I\'m all for a little civil disobedience
I actually try to do what I think is right
I am not buried in conspiracy theories
although I never used to lock my door at night
I just try to do my artwork
not care to much what others think
I\'m certainly not a ladies man
but , I never write in invisible ink