Seven scratches on my knees from the rusted barbed wire.
I chase my shadow down the rabbit hole, it’s dark and dire.
In the office building across the street they don’t let Barb retire.
I smile and my bright grin hides the more disturbing desires.
My boots softly lick the pavement as I quietly fantasize
About the good old days when city crowds weren’t polarized.
They’re kicking Bryan out of his home just to catalyse,
Just to prove that even the innocent can be penalized.
All the righteousness in my fists can’t fix the casualties.
Their records are clean because they remixed the guilty pleas.
I hear all the worst things in life come to you in threes
So let’s hope they enjoy the waltz I’ll play
On the blackest of keys.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 