Do The Honors @ Mar And Barnes Poem by Perry Barnes

do the honors

night falling out and inside me like a heavy dusty and deep curtain, covering me, soul slightly undreneath it all untouched
underneath
Barnes says:
honor isn't in my culture, so i disrespect all people, respect your youngsters, value your dead
Mar says:
and above all I can touch disrespect unfolding like madness on the counter and touching my cold feet like a ghost
i tickle your feet and suggest its the rule of a previous generation not questioned sheep in too deep, drowning in blue
dissolving myself like salt can be disrespect again on the counter and nothing else just for the lucky ones that have forgotten what they are and can be anything just now
salt in water
forget what you are too
you can choose
you know this
you made a list
hit your fist into the counter
dent it, bent its
feel the healing revealing a habit change
cry if you must
bust that generation
you are a human 1st
human humanity unbounded jubilous of being just now
certainty in quantity is that change and rearrange is not strange its the days of haze which amaze this sage
and its abundant visions of illimited, rampant creation
ramp up as i cup your rack, stack your qualities whilst making tea
english please
and linger over the steamy flow of times

flowing showing i'm going to flow in your toes feeling the heat i beat my chest on my quest, zest is the best, rest to revitalise my wise and whys
inhaling the life essential essence that emanates from me and outside me in a waltz that lasts forever

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