Josie Jae Poem by Mason Maestro

Nothing more, nothing less
The horse off for the fall, decoration and duress
Sequester starlight for night life
Distant quasars in marbled brick porticos
Need not picture postcards, those tacky souvenirs
If you're buying the hypothesis of consistent light years

Compelling, if you're not sane
Wrong turn down memory lane
Where there's no substance to gain
But Josie Jae is gonna steer that way

A portrait of austere destruction
For commissars of paucity
Third Line suite, loose and complete
And the mouths of the dumb on a muttering spree

Nimrod tribe, indifferent vibe
Stumble 'round the tower of the blind
What are they afraid they'll be
If they open their mouths and take a shot at speech

About a race of a dominant force
Endeavour as one, take the vertical course
Halted work confusing scenes
World history isn't what it seems

Compelling, if you're not sane
Wrong turn down memory lane
Where there's no substance to gain
But Josie Jae is gonna steer that way