Karate Original Spies
A stand,
a wall,
a fiat
in us all,
something that will take away
this nonsense soon, one of these days.
The demand,
the call,
it will come soon I can
hear us all
talking one day about the ones that we love, instead of
hanging around waiting for signs from above.
Hey, hey. I too want change.
I'm not talking about faith;
I will pay
for evidence
of the numbness and pain
of anyone with guns,
the money or the planes.
I hear you saying I am just one kid,
that we can't do what one thousand once did,
but let me leave you with this simple idea,
and maybe some of you might run with it for real.
On that day will we be original spies?
Through dusty Lucite will the sun still rise?
Will strange new days,
striated with strain contain your relocated slang and
those incredible
eyes?
--
Truant
treasures come from
zealots sounding,
Jensens pounding.
By way of last year's sonic stencils,
we are working it out,
if only with pencils. But
underneath the same skies as
those ones pushing the same lies. So
grab a pen, turn of the CNN,
and stratch me out some plans to get together again.
In that way will we be original spies?
With trusty foresight will the sun still rise?
Will strained new days, saturated with strange contain
your relocated slang and those incredible
eyes?
--
Hey, hey. I too want change.
I'm not talking about faith;
I will pay
for evidence
of the numbness and pain
of anyone with guns,
the money or the planes.
I hear you saying I am just one kid,
that we can't do what one thousand once did,
but let me leave you with this simple idea,
and maybe one of you might run with it for real.
On that day will we be original spies?
Through dusty Lucite will the sun still rise?
Will strange new days,
striated with strain contain your relocated slang and
those incredible
