Sight Seeing

There is a deaf man,
who says he hears the children playing underwater
And the flames licking his home
suddenly feel hotter
than he remembers
He would rather go back and play with them.
Rather be submerged.
Drown my home with me, he says.
Let my memories float away
like ships decay
That someone is bound to use
as a life raft someday

The young woman at daybreak
Is still yearning for nighttime
When she is safe from daily obligation
The sensation
of forward movement
frightens her
Tightens her chest
until her breath pounds
strong enough to pull her on
when her feet can no longer

Little girl with the pearl teeth
And the golden locks
Has sold herself to misery
Have you read her story?
The pages are salty, stained
And now he needs to know why
Her story has made him cry
Made him shed tears of understanding
He was stranded somewhere between hatred and fury
Waiting for the safe haven
of sympathy


Have you ever tried flying along a birds wings?
The view from up there is scary enough to want to fall
Want to crawl on the ground
like an infant
And know you are among us all,
Down here in this world.
We follow the same streets
Paved of history beneath concrete

Id like to take you on a sight seeing tour
So you can see what all this life is for
We’ll peak through the windows of widows
And aftermath stampedes
My treat….

Maybe then you’ll understand why
some stand further away from the parade than others
Some people are trying to catch your eye
as you try to catch candy flying by
being thrown at you
by men in disguise
pulled by over-decorated rides and
silent
cardboard hand
goodbyes.