from
Justice Rock Underground,
released April 8, 2021
Ethereal glows of blacktop atop the highway
High noon, call it Thursday,
but really it's October Summer Solstice
I wonder what Obama thinks on days like this?
Abnormally warm and the air swarms still
He's Chillin'
Yet still, we're drillin' for the thrill of it
The bill set to kill, we grow ill of it
Bullshit, so it must be a rodeo
TV, Radio, pave the road we know
Narrow traffic spaces till the cows stay home
Grazing on fast food, guts stuffed with evening news
Clouds refract the greys of dusty city days
Quick drips wet the lips, but fail to clean the boiling metropolis,
our crowded home, where hearts insist reside,
soul-bound and binds, indeed, these tarmac pulsing lungs
Seething odors, Human in origin
Worshipped in 21st Century smoke sign to Gods
who left this sky our victim
We are flaming dirt
We are breathing garbage
The pile's miles high, and we don't know sun
I mean...
We don't know, son.