I’ve got a fever
and the only prescription
is not
more cowbells
but
three chords
and the truth.
I frequently have dreams
of standing on a stage
inside a large stadium
of screaming fans
hanging on my every word
because it’s what they’ve come to hear,
it’s what they expect of me
and
I do not disappoint
I can not disappoint.
From these dreams,
I frequently awake
in a cold sweat
knowing what’s required of me
knowing what’s required
of anyone
whose modus operandi
is speaking truth
to power;
making art
out of truth;
making it sing
making it dance.
This is my balm
this is my medicine
this is also
what will help me
to heal the world.
© 2016 Joseph Powell
Loved this one, especially the humor and clever use of the title. Also loved the way you baked your mission statement into it, about truth to power. Really great!
very lucid poem. yet very impactful.