pause =

grab your harpoon, your pencil, your writing utensil

and paint my imagination with dreams of revolution

where we kiss on gay street 

as the executive branch has fallen

where we skip hand in hand down central

as the old governments crumble and new rise 

revolution fresh in the streets

blood, sweat, tears - iron and salt 

flavoring the earth

and we feel a great healing in these wounds

in these minerals we give back from our bodies

I’m losing hope. 

Drowning a little bit.

Might be time for some reprieve. 

From the constant cycle of authoritarian bullshit the pluses through the air waves. 

I’m signing off for a while.

Disconnecting. 

Maybe I’ll write here, but social media and news outlets are on pause for the time being. 

May La Forge be with you. 🖖

comrade h