pulled a glockenspiel
from under a rockenspiel
woke up, got out of bed
drank some coffee to fix my head
put on my jacket, stepped on the sidewalk
where little children were drawing with chalk
brightly colored suns and moons and concrete flowers
they say it may rain later…
sure to wash away the masterpieces
now in town
feels like a bomb, of people
their shrapnel flying everywhere
hurting, maiming, no explanations
they just are
people gonna people
