How many uninformed
Uneducated and desperate
How many willing but
Unable are
Waiting on the red letter
How many starving or
Almost starving await
The hard KNOCK on the door
How many on the outskirts
Outsider yet artist
Introvert yet intelligent
Swatting flies with a year old
Copy of the New Yorker
Or
Glancing as an aside
Towards the black & white brains
Within the pages of the Atlantic
Wishing
Hoping
Dreading to be included
Be part of the club
Lauded, envied
Pretending to understand
Every single page of comment
And culture
The world above so
Unlike below
We curl up in bed and type this shit
Watching coffins drop
Seeing pixelated blood over pixelated body
Not hearing gun shots only
Because we had the windows closed that night
No art here
Sorry
No academic retreat or book festival
To exclaim aloud our perspective on
Every single
underlying injustice
sorry
Rather
Just one more
Outsider
Introvert
Swatting flies
Glancing
Towards black & white brains
Wishing
Hoping
Dreading to be included
Be part of the club
Lauded
Envied and
Pretending to understand.