taylor carr

i even have time enough
to write you this poem

shoulder to shoulder i stand
with you dear comrade

though currently i sit on the clock
we toil both of us through today

just angry enough not to quit
tired always like angry bees buzzing

drowning in debt-ridden anxieties
screaming silently for changes online

quietly dying as popsicles of fear
digging pools for bosses quarterly

when the revolution finally comes on
i hope it feels like summer rain

i want that warm water to trickle all the way down
to the sand my bones make for future beaches