Kerri Shying R - # 186 Bury The Lede

Bury the Lede

We  are our own stories now    unpinned from places    times

  sans the facts   minus the figures  

people trade    in futures    please don’t    tell them  anymore

 rustic hocus pocus  superstition  fit for peasants  those  that

don’t have one foot    stuck hard   in the IT  door   so the element

 of suspense   drained   

 a once-wetland of wonder

shoved into the twenty-four-hour news cycle   day in day out

 no rinse    all spin    

when you take the delicates from the

pillowcase   where they used to hang    it all just looks tawdry

the story it is me   the story it is me and you   the story it is   

 how I feel   about    me-and-you-against -the world   who I say the world is

 what I  see from this pile   this stuff and nonsense heap   minus a yard and

give or take these   forty acres and a mule    sacred flag   they fought

  for freedom    other ways to measure land     fibre   air and sea  no space 

but here   inside   

  hell   what a balcony  

  

 out here on the terrace   we sit   

 exclaiming

   what a view