A means to survive evaporation
April 7, 2011
Sidewalk talk on our way to work with the noise from the streets like static,
Cars stacked up like dominoes and arms waving at invisible hellos,
Our bodies kept alive from every inhalation of money,
but our souls lively kept from every exhale of emotion,
your heart starts beating faster than that of a hummingbirds’,
and this mannequin looks at you straight in the eye and smiles
But we don’t even hear or bother to listen to the hourglass,
We made time our enemy and decided to name it,
We are robbing from the clouds a means to survive evaporation,
And we cover our faces with magazines made of gold,
Holding on to what our fathers did in this great country,
Reciting a prayer that has been spoken without a language
