derek fisher

illusions

for a second there i thought my friend
had become a cushion on the lounge
& i talked to him
but he made no sound
so i picked him up
& threw him down
but still he didn't seem to be around
or home right now
so i left him to it,
swore i shouldn't & wouldn't do it
but i couldn't stop
i ripped him open & then let drop out
all his insides,
lucky it was all just a freaky ride
on a red or blue or yellow pill,
you see, my friend, he's here still,
was upstairs all the while,
came down & looked at the cushion & smiled
said, "you thought you had me that time."

magic bus

the seats of learning are worn in the pants
the seeds of yearning are burning to dance
but their mentors are making them march,
leading them under a golden arch
a fast food chain of eventual promises
proffered then taken away,
children of apocalypse yesterday
are counting their fingers & toes
'cause god knows what happened to the trees,
whole world going down in deep freeze
& the kids are footing the bill,
oceans of oil & bloodspill
garbage to waste & holes to fill
a box to watch in lieu of a life
& lust for lack of love,
laughing in the face of
losing the race of
the living to leak out a lie
but to leave the laughter of childhood
for a weary kind of sigh
is all but giving up & saying goodbye
to dancing & dreaming & daring delight
& digging for treasures instead of graves
& going for all you can get
so catch up with the sun before it sets
& sinks down into the sea,
set yourself free
& fuel those fires thare are blowing & burning
the wood on the chairs of those seats of learning,
look out for lawyers but don't feel lonely,
on the magic bus, it's standing room only.

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