a verde

Words can't describe,

but I might as well try.

News anchors jerking my emotions;

a killer, a hero, a death, a saint.

Predicting sunny skies with a

Pathetic hope in their eyes-

Trying to shake off the weight of their own days.

Rojo a verde rojo a verde

a rojo a verde.

Sliding silent por la calle-

Traffic lights cooperating, like,

"Ayúdame... please"

Ohhhh, just clouds (more clouds) rolling in.

And when will we breathe again-

at least,

Breathe air not soaked in last night's rain

-Goddam drowning in clouds.

Ohhhh, just night pulling back- or creeping up?

"I don't know what I am."

To is or not be is?

Clouds on clouds on clouds on

me jodes- car makes another sound

-slick roads and wild eyes in the trees

-God help me

-Please?

-Oh, please.