Recycle

Poets think and most of them drink it’s the elixir of human emotion

Spew out all the good in you to make room for the poisons kill

Feelings precipitate and emotions fluctuate as we pop the still pill

Nothing can play the time away from the yelling inside

Right now the places where the rivers meet inside me is rubbish

There is no weekly collector for it I see why no one is swimming

There is no solution except by my own hand

I must wade into the mess

Salvage what I can and recycle the rest

Painters see everything from far and close it’s the love of light

Revolutions and executions transformed by brush and sight

Deep springs from dark places is best water for the clearing

Beyond the transforming of each cell each second each day

Grass grows and worms sow the earth every seed has to find its way

No matter what I am not what I am is changing anyway

There is no solution except by my own hand

I must wade into the mess

Salvage what I can and recycle the rest.