beat down blues

the harvest supermoon beat me
down with its reflected incandescence

i gots the blues two weeks shy
of bluest day of the year

the shortest day of the year

i gots heathy feets that take me
nowhere

nowhere is nowhere
good to go

the shortest day of the year is near
if i cant remember where i’ve been can’t
remember where i’m going

the supermoon beat me down
high jacked my sanity

down near the shortest day of the year

What I’m Reading:

Violence is woven too deeply in the history and practice of American culture to be ignored.

— Joe Jackson / Splendid Liberators: Heroism, Betrayal, Resistance, and the Birth of American Empire