This Is the Day
This Is The Day
The microwave sends micro waves toward me
That reverberate and stick a stake in my shaking spinal cord
My plate of fate states I am too late
Tears leak to speak an outspoken mind
Of kind put behind closed doors
I soar and I fall
Down, down, down, down
Until I reach the wood floor with a metal core and no more
Creating a sore on my tibia
I may be a fighter
But my fight takes flight by kite day and night
And the wind picks up
It picks up trash from a dirty past of castes and social injustice
It spins in a vortex of A’s, B’s, C’s and Y’s
Why’s and eyes that are wise beyond their years
And guys that fear fear itself like Frank
Frankly, I am a fighter
But that plate of fate scares me
The microwave haunts my creamy dreams and rips seems sewn seamlessly
I am a fighter that falls and crawls for hours
Searching for glass glasses with a bridge and two bows
To fit on my nose, I suppose, like prose fits on pages covered in dust
The glasses must
Fit like hands fit on a clock
Boats by a dock
And grandmas that rock
In chairs of wood that should, I suppose, keep them safe
Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth
Forthwith we undertake our God-given undertakings
Taking what we need and what we don’t need
To succeed, to secede from creed, greed, speed
I am a fighter who puts out fires with desires that burn just as much
Such that I am an inferno of reds and oranges and blues
Who knew not to mix themselves together because you get purple
Purple doesn’t put fires out
People do
People do
People do
So I update my fate that the plate served me
I erase the faces and places that embraced me then let go too soon
Soon I will fight the biggest battle yet
Go, set, ready I will countdown at the crack of dawn
On a green lawn where the sun splashes onto my cheekbones
Where the grass hones in on worms and germs and confirms
This is the day I fight
Ever green evergreens grin because they suspect they know who’ll win
When the silly, shiny sun hides that evening
And the leaves believe in the little girl who is deceived but achieved great things
I will wear a suit of gold, be bold, and scold my enemies
I will wear a shield of silver and deliver
I will wear a helmet of bronze against my cons and to be honest
I will surrender when it’s my time to be the innocent mime of silence
Silence
Silence
Silence