Decomposing into couches
we’ve entered a true state of vegetation,
the interlocking smoke rings a green chain hanging.
Warped by the reality of 300 years of history
whose chains won't go away;
they’re melted and reworked
into handguns and zip ties,
metal bars and handcuffs.
This green has a history of its own,
a history of demonization.
It is a mythology laced with invisible truths
with something more chronic than short term memory loss.
These victories capitalize on a luxury
ignorant of the years of tireless action behind it.
This victory has deeper satisfactions than
the slowing inhale off a freshly loaded bowl.
The voice you’re hearing is complicit, stoned in solidarity
from the comfortable privilege of collegiate vice.
Once locked in this couch by complacency,
now freed by the voices clamoring for justice.
So yes, initiative is an apt word
though motivations might be suspect
and information, it frees your mind
when all we’re ever told was meant to keep us docile.
