The Woulds
Random Lines for Troubled Times
This is a gift of sacred insight
Into a certain strain of moonlight
A distorted version of “fight or flight”
No sleight of hand
A willful and hopeful submission
That damningly inviting gaze you gave
Without consent it brings out the worst in
A faulty narrative of false history
Between the contrast of dim light & green
Outside a window fogged with resentment
Toward all the careless views
Imposed & willfully ignorant
Entwined in what could never be
A contaminated symphony
A broken shell on a streetlight
Has no place on this busy street
This lively street
Assimilation: a constant deprivation
Of kinder thoughts, a harsher buzz
Minor trepidation, consistently avoided
Largely by a divided nation
And I can't wait to see what's to become of it
When we are finally separated from this
Useless affidavit
Sky blue spirits watch over me from a box on the nightstand while I sleep
And they ask me how I can sleep, knowing the secrets that I keep
This faded mindset never unlocks
Anticipation: a waiting worried, warm & sick sensation
A little bit deceptive; sly and inconvenient
Alert, but not perceptive
Oh, what wicked webs we fail to unweave
Abandoned intent to care to try
What wicked webs stare unwaveringly
Will I ever change this mindset from "I" to "you and I?"
About the Creator
Oliver Conlon
Songwriter, singer and bassist for punk trio The Carolyn. Born in Plattsburgh, NY, raised in Costa Rica, currently living in Atlanta, GA
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