“LIGHT UP THE SKY!
LIGHT UP THE SKY!”
The Empty Spaces cry.
The all or nothing type of refugees
running for shelter
as the bombs fall down.
They fall right through the metallic umbrella
exploding any idea of a brave new world.
Catching a-light the gasoline soaked rain drops.
An inferno of insane laughter
that’s driven everyone underground.
and the song of yesterday
all buried in the underground.
Leaving behind the buried ones addicted to cheap whiskey and cigarettes
and the rejection letter from god.
Can there, will there, ever be the Blue Sky
or will it always be the Ever-Inferno burning?
Our hearts being baptized in misery
and our dark humor turning us into uncivilized apes.
Should we, could we, just say, “Goodbye Blue Sky!”
and let the pain linger on?