Telos Journal Edition One August 2013 | Page 19

Just Go It
Juiced for speed.
Faces dyed with love, sweat, and tears, And smiles stretched To the watermarks of fulfilled desires. Dead skin falls while cigarettes burn Through the magical threads of existence. Try this and that, Pop says: “Make your mistakes.” You got it, Just go it! Words will play their own game. Though lonesome or not, Depression sorts our good deeds Into wants and needs. But the good is good And no thing need more: That’s all the world wishes For the sun to shine bright, For my girl to stay warm, For the children to rise so high in the morning. Pop your bubble, holy man, The world can’t go without you. A blind man’s disgrace is our deepest pain. God says: “Go now: create our day.” © 2013 Telos Journal