The midday report can’t speak of a dream
or announce a most beautiful love
and the world at six by omission
embeds the idea of denial.
And welcome to the eight o’clock news
that word by word encourages crime
to bang the nails into dream chests
and bury what really could be.
I thrive on attention and crime’s the same
but my numbers are small if any at all
compared to the many and too many
focused today on everything bad.
Newspapers imprint my hands with ink
and o’er lay my mind with dirt
but to turn the page of a dream
repeats the previous ecstasy.
I hold now the dream centre aligned
for the left and right but human rebuff
of what could and really should be!