if words were bullets
my poetry would be a gun
pointed at the head of change
we all want
we all want
we all want
to
rid ourselves of red lights
dead dog days walking
down unairconditioned streets
of degradation
& explanations
& contradictions
& salutations
we all want
we all want
we all want
to
condition for the moment
and ready ourselves
for the changes
when we’re never ready
set
GO!
