Once Upon a Planet

Something was happening that didn’t feel like history it was

too fearless to count, too sober to remember.

Hadn’t had a straight thought since can’t remember when

everyone kept thinking

These are the rules how do we break them?

Now they want to be good guys again.

These are the people.

How much do you trust them?

Millions strong, the absolutely flightless

come flapping lightly out of subways,

out of perfume on the elevator wind

because change is a knuckleball hurricane 

adolescent in love,

because nobody knows who killed who killed who,

because the norm must seek exotic days again,

dark days must seek the lightness.

Because oil rises from unprecedented depths,

enough blame to go around

divides the guilt we can live with.

In the middle of things change takes them in another direction,

for only so long, then another change clarifies

what once seemed so clear.

(Sirens playing pinball in the city

now sound over here.)

And you accept the new law

knowing future scrutiny

awaits, nothing's impossible

doesn't mean anything's guaranteed.

That all these tears could fall for other reasons.

That too is change I know its end.

Everyone wants to be good guys again,

peacefully sharing the port-a-pots,

sharing coffee in the cold,

saying  There’s no way we can do it

according to those who aren’t doing it now! 

Hadn't had a straight thought since can't remember when

I last enjoyed a moment

that is always on the move.

Now I've grown tired of skydiving and driving

home in crash-proof cars,

waiting for direction

to be offered by the wind,

asking why we keep building this palace

we never stop to sleep in.

Something was happening that didn't feel like history it was

too fearless to forget, too sober to be false.