Seems everybody is just too stunned to look back And the look-ahead holds just a mountain of graveyard black Yet my watch tells me I got an appointment in the morning I don’t need a needle to tell me – morning may never come
When this year started I said the ’19 can go to hell Something didn’t die but it would’ve been just as well I got the penalty box for riding out there into harm’s way …pain’s easier to face with an option to look away
* They say it always gets better baby but I think I’ll just pass You can take double dub (2020) and… tattoo my ass
There was friendship for days and a mountain of golden sunshine
People coming together singing “Time’s up!“ all down the line
But then the Suits with the news, they started dumping their shares
Controlling the story so the people would be unawares
So we had a paranoid spring and summer confusion kicked in And the rich got so richer and casualties kept pouring in Yeah the West Coast was burning and cops kept murdering black men Yeah the west kept burning and cops kept murdering black women
* They say it always gets better but baby I think I’ll just pass You can take double dub And tattoo my ass
Tired of surviving dog eat dogging all day?
Consumer cellular Netflix those thoughts all away
Comfort is killer, sugar always comes with a price
It’s time to take two the hard way first let me add us some spice
* They say it always gets better but baby I think I’ll just pass You can take double dub And tattoo my ass
It can always get worse
I can’t breathe … the past
Don’t call it 2020
I can’t see through all this ash
They say it always gets better but baby I think I’ll just pass You can take double dub And tattoo my ass … goodbye 👋
Outside my window
I hear mysteriously
a small chirp-like sound
repetitive and device-like.
My first thought is danger!
(These are fraught times.)
Is it a gas leak? Or a tree branch cracking off?
Or an electrical transformer
on the pole across the street
about to explode?
So I open the blinds
cautiously and… nothing.
The scene outside is placid.
The tree quietly intact.
The transformer hangs, solid.
The air, clear, smells like fall.
Across the sky I see
different kinds of birds
flying in various directions,
or landing, or merely
hopping about pecking the ground.
I see bees buzz
bouncing among the blossoms…
The sound is gone.
But the mystery seems to have expanded
beyond me and even my environment,
expanded to the point
of no point.