Self Central

touch me I’ll touch you back
love me I love your hat
talk to me like I was someone
not just another boy sad in a corner

there was a day
when everyone was free
we felt the air and we had memory
like a psalm or satellite up in a tree
we throw things down
and I wanted just one day of grace
not a runaway or another lie
every man and all her sons
deciding what you all would want
you and them the worldly friend
taken from the innocent

can’t I just
smile and hope
they know
the seeds to grow?
are you what
I see or a body
without strings?

self central down on my knees
self central pray for man
because his dirt is dirty man
with your blood and
burning man