7.23.2013

Motor City

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
We were all in it just for the ride
Have you seen the bright cast signs
Every dream-banner that still lines
The strip, and the street on every side
An American graffiti we knew so well
That alone, however was its spell
A reminder that some dreams were real
Not any or all, but that hope was alive
That against hard truth some joy could thrive
That wealth was not simply to steal
That beauty existed not only in the eye
But our own then sought to make us lie
For words to make the real change
Act must follow where thought may be
Act consonant with true possibility
That possible must then re-arrange
Into the actual, not just the flashing wall;
Do now all the rough men haul
The bright neon and the lustrous chrome
That pride which was but made to share
For a moment unfurled our worldly care
Do these things now find a home
Or are they like trinkets cast aside..?
We were all in it just for the ride.

1 comment:

  1. That against hard truth some joy could thrive

    Amen.

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