While my eyes do see


I ask


what does my heart say?





While I walk this way


to the end of my lies


I ask


What does my heart say?





While I breathe this hazy dust


and drink lustily of the tepid collective


koolaid of a billion dollar


illusion


I ask


What does my heart say?





My heart says


liars, pimps and


child welfare groupies


leaves me cold and stuck


not giving a fuck.





Yet I have learned


not to yield to what I feel


when neutral silence


is safer then violence.

Along the way I stop

to pray and all my illnesses

fall away.

While my eyes do see

I shall not know

all I can do is hope.