What Can I Do - Chris Cohen

New moon circles around

A transmission from forest fire

Fills the void (New summer view)

No words, cosmic time

The sperm bank of America

Egos drive down avenues

Gross revenue

What can I do?

What can I do?

What can I do?

What can I do?

Helpless, haunted by

The inherited character

In my jeans and in my shoes

In my attitude

What can I do?

What can I do?

Plucked from branches and spawned into the night

Unaware of the subtleties I’ll find

I’m upended from nature and a light is shining