Plain Talk

Men acting badly
Pretending to be friends
When work takes over
There are problems at home


Ominous is mentioned
Skies are dark
When the rain comes
Boys in dress shirts
Cover up chubby boobs


I will be on a bike then
Riding through the slick city
With wet brakes
And a rusty chain
But the freedom is unexplainable
To men in groups


Just then a crack
The skies open up
And there in the distance
Static light
A fissure maybe
Or just frozen electricity
Waiting to be harvested


Before long
There will be a substation
We can frack the sky
Some man shouts from a water cooler
The rest of the gang look each other over
Is that even possible
I wouldn't know
That's what my group says


Before long there is data
Obliging the dreamer
Slicing the naysayer
And projects are approved


There is no proof
Just data
That speaks slanted


And still the sky
Open like a fountain


Draining juice


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