Gord

2026-06-15 03:08 pm

Upon the scale, weight,
Upon frets a finger lays,
A box of steaks,
A lot of range,
A lot of slaps across the face.

Upon the face, the brain,
Comfort: Darkness. Not just gray.
Not just shame,
Not just rage,
Not just hop up on a train,
Stardust trails along the way.

Upon the Earth, fate, 
Upon desertion, fingers shake,
Heavy upon the face and brain.
Not just weight,
Not just shame.
Knots, the stomach and fingers make.

I guess I changed,
Not the same as we played,
And it's not just the weight,
Inside I'm white and sage,
Like an apartheid state.