Working away on Inujini, but today I failed my wordcount goal. I’m at 12,038 for the first week. Today was one of those days. I’m trying to keep my head down and stay focused but today I failed. I couldn’t concentrate on the novel because this poem wanted out. It’s out.
For what it’s worth, I’ll read it at Cake & Hyperbull this Saturday. That show is scheduled here: https://youtu.be/ukUTr2sL5hg
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
Enough is enough.
I will not aplogize
for being myself.
and you, looking at me looking at you
looking away, both of us nervous. they say
our eyes expose our souls, are windows
to our dreams, ugly, awkward things falling
from ashen skies with tattered wings. we’re
told the things we love are wrong, there is no
music in our song, not enough cover up to
hide our scars, and happiness is always
just a tomorrow’s tomorrow away and
we’re never good enough today…
Enough is enough.
I will not apologize
for who you are now.
because you are perfect. really
but not in the micro-plastic way
where we are told to think outside
the box but don’t get out of line
and art is an investment, an NFT
with an NDA, not a JOY. call the
FDA to get an inoculation against
free thinking-speech-mind because
we all know there is no free lunch
unless we vote for the right masters
disastors of democracy whether red
or blue, none care about you because
we’re just GDP and bottom lines
being kept in lines when they draw
the lines between us and just us
and divide us from justice
by sorting us with color
texture and size…
Enough is enough.
Who is my brother’s keeper?
Who is my sister?
you are.
this isn’t a black thing or
a white thing or a yellow,
red, pink or rainbow thing.
this is a control thing.
you can swallow the red
or the blue but whatever
way you swing it remains
the same thing. a matrix
of lies, a web of control
designed to keep us
off balance. they shake
drama like keys—and we
say thank you and please
from down on our knees
demanding rights but accepting
shackles, they keep our ruby slippers
hidden away with the holy grail
last week’s mail and Elvis…
Enough is enough.
They can keep the payment plan.
Love isn’t a debt.
this is an eight of swords moment
we stand blind-folded and mute,
degraded and berated, never good
enough for company unless we buy
more good china, free miracles for
eternal installments. they say to be
sheep and trust and let them shepard.
no snake oil sold here, hush and
swallow, don’t spit. keep it down.
stop trying. keep buying.
Enough is enough
but only when we decide
enough is enough.
we don’t become enlightened by staring into the sun
but by learning to see in the dark.