Cold Gravy

It’s food on my plate but I can’t

With all these brains all over the street

Less than 10 feet away from me

Making it too hard for me to eat

Too much on my mind

I’m trying to grind

Trying to find

The pieces to a 1000 piece puzzle

So I can get the picture

Hard to see with only

100 pieces found

Clocks unwound

Thrown down

Broken on the ground

Mind Travel over

The rainbow too many colors

Left to go

Rocks and gravel

Tracks unravel

Brains scrambled like eggs

I can’t feel my legs

I’m the ghost of ghettos past

Follow me

Through all the broken glass

Spill the wine

For all those who’ve passed

Enough to fill a glass

Drop outs don’t go to class

Robbing a liquor store

Without a mask

In case of emergency

Break and find an opportunity

To wage war we need more

Unity

Our minds together working

Life can seem tragic

Thoughts are like magic

That’s the honest to god truth

If you squeeze your brain

It will give up the juice

Too good to waste

Splattered all over the place

Get up and wipe the blood off your face

Good food is too hard to waste