Getting in front

Getting in front
But backwards

We are all escaping
From a dream
Not of our making

Into a dream we
Know cannot last
Longer than the drugs
Oozing through
Our midst

Winter is coming
So, we built a tent
When we should have sown a sail
But we cannot
Outrun what is on the
Horizon

We hold our collective
Breath
And squint
Fingers clutching at
The last straw

But however much
Effort we dance
Into existence
In our colorful
Secondhand bots

The love revolution
Is stuck in
Neutral
The breaks are
Off
But so is the
Engine

As we celebrate
Bad art
We burn what we
Built to the ground
Ashes inside Soap bubbles

We hide behind a vail
Of tolerance
We don’t afford
The normies

We forget that
Either we all make it
Or none of us will

I for one want to
Start sowing but
First we must
Arm ourselves
With more than
Ropes and silliness

How do we turn
The motor on
When we don’t even know
How it works
We wear fabric from
Far away
Built by machines
We pretend to despise

We celebrate equality
But forget that
Even among
Hippies
Some are much more
Equal than others
I don’t like hiding

Behind the weight
Of the pen
But it is the price
I pay
A burden not of
My own choosing

I’d much rather be
Inside than out
But only the one
In orbit can see
The obvious

There is no Planet B

No matter how much
In front we think we are
We keep on getting
The signals backwards