Been a while, releasing the pressure...

Had a splendid day,
escaped for a while,
the expectant days bearing down,
abiding confusion of what to do, to say
interrupted in responsibility

Can't change them
can't bow to kidnapping, either
can't assuage guilt
cultivated generation-ally
maybe jesus can do that
but, they have jesus
oh, jesus

From so little, mountains grow
made from landfills
distorted
posing
expressing dominance all around
the small town

KKK, roasting marshmallows
on the childhood creek, Quaker's creek
blood-letting creaky creek
small water
bot's delight splashing at night
dividing right into wrong
praising jesus
can't forget jesús
or none eats
in America

Oh, my, hungry
for a blueplate of love
green stringbeans singing in the wind
liver, sliced with onions cultivated,
educated in open, fearless, soil
powered by the sun

A land without guns
of harmony and hominy
made in solutions
crystal clear
for all to hear
without sailing delusions

waiting to be
waiting for you
waiting for me
to tack away.