Wait ‘til the stones start clearing their throats.
Hesitation has always come so easily.
We’ll rip these hands from the clock.
Chasing the sun to the shore
‘til we can no longer breathe.
Breathe in the air, exhale to speak
a silence so sinister I’ve become accustomed to
all of the questions that remain unanswered.
Just give the attention-span to sit on the floor
‘til you respond.
I’ll stake claims stronger than horses necks, pulling plows.
The pot is calling the kettle so taciturn.

I’m wandering these streets alone, they don’t feel like home.
This once hallowed ground feels like a ghost town now.
I’m on the street corners everyday
At night I drink it away.
And this flask that saved my life might be the death of me.

No man in this city will take a chance on me
The color of my skin is all they see.

I was a hero when I came home now no one seems to know.
And that medal that I received means nothing to me.
I keep reading my momma’s prayers.
I find nothing in there that makes any sense to me.

Her god is no more than a thief.