I’m a house on wheels
on the highway of Hope
windows wide and happy
waving drapes in the wild wind
like flags of my ride
rushing through your dreams
Oh how I’ll burst those borders
where they screen believers
Make way for my walls
for they shelter my voice
I’m a house like no other
Slug of 2000
20 years uglier
Fake news on
not so social me(cc)a
Curious how curious humankind was
Seeking truth in life and in death too
Strange how strange humankind was
Craving to fly while crawling in so many ways
Bizarre how bizarre humankind was
Faith in gamification sure was no salvation
Weird so weird was humankind’s passing
They could have taught Math in so many other ways
Among the ruins of Babble On
I stumbled on pebbles upon fables
Where a road could have been
remain but broken promesses
Among the ruins of Babble On
myriads of brave slogans have crumbled
Sadly buried under the rubbles
Crushed hopes of proportional representation
The sun rises late
on this early century
As I contemplate the generations
to which I only contributed
but whispered words of love
I foresee blazé hackers
routinely walking their spoiled dogs
while their artsy slaves dance
with dangerously bored bots
Now that I heal no more
that old and new cuts bleed the same
memories freeze to the core
and no one left to blame
Now that I hear no more
that love is all bright and powerful
my defying cries scream “Encore! Encore!”
in the void of life that I fill tearful
Couch surfing in Hawaï
Fly fishing in Anchorage
Street fighting on Wall Street
Grand slam in Bâton Rouge
Long Island in Long Island
White wash on Washington
Wrote me poem in me palm
So that when I beg
I give
Wrote me poem in me palm
So that when I reach
I teach
Wrote me poem in me palm
So that when I touch
I speak
Hid me poem in thy dream
that thy clenched fist
protects
