suck on these shades

it's morning in america they'd say
big blinding westbound sun strikes
your eye and it's a four hour backup
on the howard franklin. late for work again.
shoulda bought them raybans or work
in the other direction.

speaking of weather, i stayed in
while glaciers rained over
the southeast, while
 the north sun's corolla
spun magnetics into aurorae
yellow and blue as the bruise on my thigh.

it's an odd fact, all things are connected
all fish in school turn simultaneously
birds in flock land in the same tree
i get high and you see in me
dark matter the ocean in we

odd because we don't know
that we know, sitting in caves
singing plato and watts and ebony faves
off key and white bready
on key and quite heady
hosannahs that bring us here with a wave.