We never go out

We always intend to get out on the scene
then, we smoke a bowl
sip some whiskey
and kick up the dirt
in the back yard instead
Start talking about movies
then just go to bed

We just kick it on the couch
and the conversation begins and ends with
"What do you stand for?"

Asking all the wrong questions
and making statements like;
we can buy better products
and support local business
Vote for 3rd parties
and climb the co-op ladder

Then we hurry hurry
to forget our responsibilities
and in a hundred fossil fuel addicted-commitments
we set down our agency


And I'm left wondering;
Isn't anyone else hungry?
Isn't anyone else searching?
Isn't anyone else exhausted and lonely
and starving;
for more than this?

More than
jobs,
lovers,
moonshine,
fiction,
catharsis,
shopping centers,
and long phone calls
with toll free numbers

Hardly a moment to breathe

Just time to inhale
and then occasionally to think  
about how we will survive

and now and then, time to dream
about how we may eventually
find the energy

To sing,
to organize
to play
to seek sacred intersections across the country
with like minds

just to indulge our curiosities
just to wash our tired
screen-fatigued minds
of opportunites lost
to fear and obligation

Weren't we meant to feel?
Weren't we meant to mend; to connect?
Weren't we meant to be free?

We still count ourselves lucky
just to lay our heads
next to family.