Barnsdall, March 2020 Lyrics

Rhys Langston Barnsdall, March 2020

Reclaiming mind against the dictum
Charge your phone on a hill
In an art park
As a public health crisis

Echoing siren on the unseen boulevard
Below in the same arrhythmia
Undiagnosed at this moment, personal nationalism
Corporally broaching my subject

On a predicate's edges
To fall like I am jumping
Into a retweet about
Rock-bottom healthcare
Not the specialist I am, no
Bespoke regicide hotline
With a high deductible upheaval
Electing for broken electronics

I will schedule therapy once
Played еnough quartets of snark
And I plant by bare feet
Far from my intial thoughts' street view;

To see now
All mеtaphor unbecoming