Interrupting the mind
can be deliverance.
Every navy seal in me
tells me this is real,
this is how little drummer boy
gets to be front page news.
I want to be front page news.
The best and worst of me
splattered on faces
in America, a chosen accessory
of those who need to make
sharp things shine.
A butcher house tune or
is that a nursery rhyme?
A thousand miles from some place
safer than a burning barn,
selling the future on tables of wood
glowing with hammers and nails.