When There's Friends
when there’s friends hallucinations
dissipate when there’s friends you don’t have
to start any revolutions when there’s friends
you get your mind off it you can walk for miles
get lost in your own city find concrete rivulets
to where the spokane stardust chalks our hands we
leave handprints on the underpass like neolithics
and postcolonially we dance finding out that
america cannot defeat us we leave fingerprints
turning over our world whose beauty comes down
in a blue rose quartz and the specters of the town
begrudge us but we can’t mind their beady souls
even environmental catastrophe subregisters
when there’s friends.
Copyright © Sydney Morrison | Year Posted 2023
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