it's never too late

even if it's long past time
for us to carry our poems
to the street
speak it out
in a public space
in everyone's ear
right smack dab
between the marble halls
and the tone-deaf
     power elite ain't no cliche

you shouldn't be imagining the worst

it'll turn in to an ultimate writer block
built around your cerebral cortex
before you know it
turn your head away
     now

stop slamming into the wall

i know the bus schedules

let me know
where & when to meet
the poems will merge
from many hands & mouths
the grass will open
like new found metaphors
swarming to the end of the horizon
     free

--- e b bortz