“From sea to singeing sea”
Functional stoner, not a loner,
Flying blind without a net.
Searching for the blame-
Ain’t that a shame
Swallowed by circumstances yet
You were disappearing,
I was fearing,
You would turn to me-
For resurrection,
For direction,
I had no suggestions
For a peace I couldn’t see.
From sea to singeing sea.
In an age of maximum disruption,
Ideological corruption,
In this state of uncertain thoughts,
Chaos sought, destruction brought.
In a period of maximum uncertainty,
Searching externally.
In this nightmare of mystery,
Scouring history,
American violence,
As American as cherry pie.
In this time of storytelling,
Uncertainty repelling,
Camus called it Sisyphus,
Marx called it capitalist surplus.
Skinny obituaries,
Uncelebrated visionaries.
Where are America’s authentic healers,
Unfurling narratives of politics and art keep us apart.
From sea to singeing sea.
Ignoring the totality
Of unchartered reality.
Displaced, erased,
Still running the race.
Deep layers of trauma,
Misdirected drama,
Of thee I sing-
Loneliness is an oft-used theme,
Turned into a daily meme.
No waiting, no crying, no dishwashing schemes.
Contradictions gleaming,
In search for meaning.
Linguistic play can’t save the day,
Political disaster, unhinged master.
When you need a clubhouse vibe,
Go searching for your tribe.
From sea to singeing sea