Hands on Deck

Stand up

Sit down

Makeup your mind

We don’t play around

In here we get busy

Contagious like a virus

On watch like Horus

I see poets writing poetry

authority invested in me

there is nothing more insightful

then the rhythm of words

making tunes like humming birds

swift beats moving across

the universe stripes on mars

like tiger skin

evolving into paper blowing

in the air in a whirl

a world filled with so much magic

it’s so tragic people disappear all the time

in a puff of smoke

no joke

where did they go

where could they be

identity no more

DNA on the floor

All over like a rash

Too many pieces in the trash

Still pulling out the glass

Running the class

Touching with sanitized hands

Everything’s a setup

For us to fall down

So get up