A Nation of Fugue States

Can you feel,
All of it?
The separation
Of the present,
And all that was
Then?

We talk of war,
We preach on love
We tackle injustice
We spit on walls,

And yet,
There is an
INSURMOUNTABLE
barrier
that holds us back
from connecting with loved ones
our past, disassociated
a nation of fugue states.

who were we?
who were our
ancestors?
such a bizarre group of miscreants
such a bizarre concept
for a world wholly focused
with
the
pres(id)ent.

(i’m confusing MyselF
how are you holding
on
to this ride too high for heights
entirely disfigured
by ladders and pumps and stilts and foot traps.

i’m coming

down.

now

where were we?

politics? psychology?
pyscholitics?
. yikes)

ignore what came before this sentence
except what came before the sentence before that.

we need a council on my thoughts thus thought
we need more petitions
we need a co-op of sorts, for people out of sorts,
for thoughts like these,
we need more acts of sedition

Iconoclasm aside,
I love
the people who line the breadlines of history
the people who line the crypts of pharaohs
the people who came before me
who thought like me
who carried my genetic code
who challenged the consolidation of power
who backed down to preserve their safety
to survive
or to rid the world of lives

I have no juris doctorate,
I place no judgement
I use “I” too much,
I don’t care.

Michael Carney