Comrades of …..

A defibrillator/pen laptop/cell phone

resuscitate the fingertips of a writer

barely breathing/dehydrated by a 9 to 5

Adjectives and metaphors

fighting for their lives on midnight pages

b’cuz

The only thing worth losing sleep over is

poetry and prose/dialogue and loglines

b’cuz

Obituaries are filled with unfinished sentences

and action verbs on pause

and dreams of mold /buried in hedges

mowed by the gardeners of piety

the good folk of society/the crabs in the barrel

the white picket fence safe sailors

who anchor their security in 401k annuities

none of them bold/living like chrome

imposters/fake gold  coffins and mortgaged homes

squeezing the life out of those

with autobiographies untold

with not a single book sold

b’cuz

dreams die alive with open eyes

strangled by the comrades of compromise