open plea

Delicate preoccupations with the stuff of light
Shading the brow in a fury of darkness, these simple
Metaphors that the subconscious won’t get rid of
Because I see it in all of you, the stupid duality
Of Christian banality subverted into guilt complexes
For living life, I see the harmonies of joy patient there
Within you, waiting for a chance, well you have
To know when to join in, you have to sing through
The cliché thick and thin, and you’ve got to manage
As best as you can when the rain is gathering in the East
And cellphones are blathering ancient threats in new
Technological voices, and the frighteners scour the
Suburban streets with childhood masks soft and sweet
Like an oleander Halloween…

You all have something, you all have yourselves,
Build your temples upon those foundations and
Lend your towers skywards in articulated columnar
Architectures, build upon who you are, not who your
Neighbor is because your neighbor could be an idiot
Stuffing turkeys in a supermarket for specialty
Thanksgiving trimmings, your neighbor could be
A life failure without knowing it, and your neighbor
Could be the guy who wants to hit you with his car,
So for your sake, please forget all this old religion
Made for life in the desert, please forget all these
Conceptions of nonsense placed within you by the
Teachers of the dark Academies,
If not for your sake,
Then for mine, because
Parties have become abominations
Driving is a suicide risk
And love is the only thing that makes the day ok
In glittering gowns of arrayed sunlight.