At War

tat is not the best way.
my brain is scrambled eggs.
with a side of raspberries.
realizing love is a thing to catch.

going back to orlando before new york.
to do another show.
to make up for the last one.
that I ruined, wooden and white.

then going back to white harlem.
for good or ill, to start a fire.
and to right some wrongs.
remember the battlefield anew.

what we do now.
with the guns of august.
is up to us entirely.
and the forgotten future.