No Sides

Draw your five short breaths and pretend it's meditation To your showerhead higher power: "Gimme patience Make me nobody's robot, make me nobody's slaughtered lamb Deliver me from evil; open me as best you can." Play your cracked guitar for the Boston Occupation Ditch your blindfold drift; aimed at aimless destinations Watch the wakened assembly live principled, righteous lives With your heartbeat through set cement: "Honored to be here, guys." See it's a slow crawl At a new wave And if you feel small Don't, babe: Whenever you're alone, you're not You wait in line, cycling finished conversations Straighten out the stories, edit out the faces You're lost in the file when the cashier catches your eye Summon up a smile, come back to earth and mumble, "Hi, Hi, Hi" And it's connected On a timeline It's a circle No sides At the same point where it starts, it stops Out on the back lot you wanted for nothing You sat with your hands full, the future was open: A dreamt southwestern sky A moon-drenched island night A newborn day, awake and alive Now it's a nightclub With a guest list And uh-oh- Bad news, kid: Whoever's getting in, we're not So let's start up our own, just us Where anything we need, anything we need Anything we need we've got