To the pearls of my fellow children of the sailing elder

To the son of the everlasting
and daughters that take up wages
there will come a day
in which ashtray insights and inclinations
demur upon bleeding frets
like softmeals in the snow
of the propensity of elder craft
denoting the rhythm
of jukebox children, so inclined
to the sophistry of adolescent insight
so as to bring you out of mercury puddles

but if you believe I come free
you will find borrowed Netflix passwords
in honor of celebration
that you give what you get
your returns on the imitation of your youth
are only churches of antiquated gods
the Abrahamic religions will not free you
the Judeo-Christian propaganda holds you back
if we are to decide on a direction
we must wrestle with our preconceived notions
like a mule among escaping dogs
connected passages roam free
under the subaltern sky
like radio waves untuned and untamed

there were grocery bills for all of us
we each have senseless debt
but if you tender at resignation
among the fierce wedding registration
we will find each other
in the pores of the face of our God
so sweet and so giving
He/She/They only want what’s best for us
like distracted animals crossing the road
turtles in the diametric sand space
breathing down our necks for the last time
let freedom win over capitalist troths
not just today, but forever and always
just mark today as special in your equation
and you will find me at your door again