(We must not be very good.)

I hope to swerve with unending light
writing with the ferocity of hardened hyenas
I hope my nerves hold on long enough
fighting, feeling, the ecstasy, of charging police blockades.

The promenade wasn’t made
for the likes of you and I.
We’ll dance upon it
anyhow.
With the chagrin of all viewers in attendance.
Their disappointment never affected us
anyhow.
The perks of being disaffected.
These are the kinds of people
that pay
to watch others
(dance.)

(We must not be very good.)

Our wallets remain the same weight.
This weighs upon my mind
with the same weight.

Perform from passion,
never from petulance.
Easier said than sung
a quote from my vocal teacher.

(I must not be very good.)

Left to the right thing to do,
morality escapes you.
A maze of options
Corn mazes are redundant.
Let’s let go to get lost.

(You must not be very good.)

Michael Carney