And Leave Alone - Youngblood Brass Band

You try to tell your feet to stay put

But the sky keeps reining you in / stretching air thin

So float / cloud-charged over the dead city

Where steel people throw their hands up for what weather might bring

And we are the twice-striking lightning

Fighting for a return to flesh mode

Without the culture-biting whitening

Flying past the easy anomaly

That traps most seekers with thoughts of colorblind teachers

And infinitely attentive students: analogy

It’s not that simple / it’s more simple and human

Than numbers and tones

People live in binary code

And never get to three

There’s no eye left to see

I’m living post-free, post-me, sending unmarked gifts care of your ears,

packaged-pre

Catch us in a child’s cheek as smiles wrinkle time in hell

And thrice we come crashing down in thunderous ovations of our own making

— little kids covering their ears because the truth is a loud foreign noise bad

men telling good boys about the dangers of kite-flying on a night such as this

so they leave copper keys locked in hearts forbade exposure lest another male

sense sensitivity on such an epic level —

A feminine step / fairies skip between our heavens lost in unburdened bliss

Not until you’re dead though and ready to scorch the earth you made your

immoral bed on these past decades

Blind the blind before they fall in skip

Bleed for me and we’ll consider the application

Hurt like her and we’ll acknowledge the fire

Die like this, this, and this here

Love learns to live burns and mistrust brief judgment from the sky

It’s round as it seems / to drop a metaphor supreme

And the whole world a simile for dream

Meant to get foggy / shunning mental memory / too short-lived for what our

bodies recall

And what spirits are (still) called

— it's waiting somewhere for all of us converting stuck feet to static charges

in the stratosphere against the greater necropolitan area — a forward march —

an all-out attack with war drums and battle lightnings storming globalized

gates and stock-optioned automatons to win back young minds that have no idea

of the power inside the space we’re spread amongst —

Slice my tongue

And let the rhymes drop down

To stain the swords soft

Crush my feet

In this mindless stampede

To stay stupid on the ground

Tear out a floating heart

And squeeze the juice

Over party-purchased plastic flowers

Because everyone needs to grow green

And dry their eyes of shame

And we are the twice-striking lightning

Beating the drum

That brings

The rain