Shipwrecked in text
If humans are beings that dream
It will both be suppressed and required
an undisciplined habit of mind
Society will not be fixed
The decision’s already been made
You can’t learn to swim out of water
projecting my thoughts to the world
I failed at attempting to try
My livelihood robbed me of life
I’ll never know how to respond
my unuttered question has legs
discovered by those in the slums
piecemeal reform can not work
an articulation of lies
your model of pollitics sucks
intractable social disputes
Pretend this is business as usual
With notions of inhuman nature
You’re wasting your wishes on love
For what is at stake, if not us
you shouldn’t smoke weed in your teens
the promise of empathy failed
I’m feeling compassion fatigue
We’re not as opposed as you think
It might be worth giving a shot
My campy assemblage of shit
conservative skeptics of change
I’m sensing a fleeting control
this ticket to citizenship
The fact that they never made time
Decisions to not get involved
in nothing but that which I want
the interdependence of minds
we shouldn’t decide who to teach
I’m critically urging for change
who gets to decide who they fuck?
my stained territory of birth
the violent experience of school
I suffer the violence of shame
the chains that will keep me in place
these norms that I tried to destroy
A future outside of this world
In places to which I’m attuned
waterways, landmarks and gold
the wealthy and opportuned few
they switch my commitments to war
Placelessness, labor or death
doors that you couldn’t walk through
think of it all as a test
responding to scholars of bones
Contesting the meaning of dreams
drawing new maps on my skin
fallible nature of claims
must never be done in advance
foundations that never stood tall
by virtue of little success
additional process of sleep
surplus production of dreams
we judge them by what we have done
We judge them by what they can’t do
an agent of action, or thought?
The action that can’t be undone
A possible present, or future
The classic conception of want
the power that operates, always
a circumstance leading to shame
what are the problems we’re seeking
in things that don’t even exist
instruments measure themselves
the geofenced map is the road
if property’s always the problem
affirmative lack of response
Business should come up with morals
diverity equals your hate
talk to my legal team, please
I’ll share intuitions with you
They’re taking it out of the schoolbooks
I’m looking for faith without God
industrial conception of faith
the televised preachers still talk
the damage the Catholics have wrought
forgetting injustices past
Distrust institutions of faith
The role of what we call beliefs
Remember, when in that critiquing
You criticize targets of flesh
I’ll never deny you my wisdom
the resource I need to address
confront me with something that’s hidden
diversity’s framed as a curse
prefigured in ways we can’t grasp
I’ll die in the public domain
Tomorrow I’ll do it again
Natural framework of growth
In looking for meaning, I’m shipwrecked in text
translating these words into thought
specific environment in kind
ensure the continuance of growth
This immanent selfish critique
Intuitive justice I feel
In Endless formation of selves
You miss what is already there
Or melodies unheard before
My deleterious ways
Don’t let them decide when you speak
It’s not selfish to want what you need
Reading to kids until dead
burdensome pathways ahead
creating ideals in thought
I’m asking you, how do you think
the animal kingdoms of man
a feeling not marked by those traits
Obscure like the products we think
I always accept these beliefs
For morals, religions, and drugs
Inquiring for what I should do
and all that’s left for me to say
I’m calling for union support
I botched this poem, and with it, my life
If love is the answer you’ll know
