The Waterline and The Bridge part 1

The Waterline

Generations underneath the waterline of indebtedness

Gurgling maws marvel under illusions viewed in the mirrored distortion

Of the liquid ceiling, the swirls bubble in nothingness

Biology degree working at a shoe store hustling conch shells

Literature Bachelor of Arts warn passers about the Kelvin rapturing cappuccino

Into the tide across the stage and down the submarine hold back into the ocean

Slot-machine sunsets retirement allowances Boomers to Krakatoa fireworks

Of a 401k actually funded adequately to face the non-employed oblivion

Such a lottery win is required to give up a ledge to avoid falling

Into hard-times ocean of Bob Dylan singing about New York town;

A mighty long ways from appreciated wage of each year at x percent

Only got a nickel it is the Staten Island Ferry to an assisted living at a nursing home

When does Medicare kick in; battle an entire career against other’s entitlements

The diabetic amputated foot got a card and a master’s degree gone kaput

Into the junk pile of the Baby Boom crashing caboose 2025,

Around a decade to go for those below the waterline to see the tide subside

Spots open up for all the hermit crabs wandering the beaches, making temporary plans

Coming for salvation in a salary only to be taxed for the mentality of ten thousand others

Retiring every day into universal health care bursting as now a mandate

Love laughing at the dreams of war, can’t take the privatized drugs of stockpiled poor

Climbing up for a chance to be a brother not a crustacean, eating what the sky throws away

Drifting down to pay the interest on a promise life has yet to show

Jesus of Suburbia smoking a cigarette taxed at sixty-six percent

Got a photo of his law degree on his iPhone uses it as the image

To appear every time a debt collector calls

Visa, Mastercard he has discovered them all arguing his own case to an endless stall

Filing briefs and eating sheets of paper scanned into terabytes

Moving jobs to India to file tax returns and round-about he learned, he learned 

Everything and nothing for his one hundred grand, the man he stands

Like a sunken Statue of Liberty in Costner’s Waterworld pirates rattle the environment

Of Spanish boots of Spanish leather sailing above affording the indulgence

Of a world in a bottle and the ship wreck shoved inside as an ideal

Generation X’ers and Millennial’s trying to extract the bow with office hands

The scars of war have left our soldiers to suicide the rest of universities

Pecking keyboards and touchscreens to tattle all the tales

That the treasure chest in the ship’s hull is never coming out that bottle

And even if it did, it has been emptied

The dream has ended; the sky pretended there was a ladder left to climb

Hang suspended as the oil, coal and fracking-gas burns the water seeping into the sea

Drinking the chemicals under a fluorescent lit sun the cloud becomes a server

With the only answers anyone seems to fund

The four horsemen of modern lines: Google, Microsoft, Facebook and Apple

Bitten without permission and the garden is under deluge

The animals are running for the boat and Springsteen is digging another moat

A castle for the idea that we are in this together

Grandparents, great, parents, children and children grand to great

Seeing the lines of interconnected universal state

The waters rise drifting down and seeing paradise in the eyes

Of what is good for you, could be good for me,

Of what is bad for me, if bad for you, the sage say Ubuntu

Blank the slate and damn the prayer; do what need be done

Or see the stares of older folks wrinkling in homes of X’ers bearing care

Because there is no credit  left to finance the nurse or the home

The ground is bought and sleeps in foreign banks

Sandy steps and billionaires rake the shells in as they walk the beach

Into souvenir shops for tourists to eat; what is on the menu?

The balance between capitalism and socialism

One extreme casts a net of subdivided oblivion

Give the word to sing a song; it ain’t very long

To see the water’s rising for Love, Oh Love

To spread the life boats to a better count

The Titanic is sinking and the only ones strong enough to row us out are first to die

The airplane breathing mask lesson on every flight

Boomers don’t let Generation X perish, Millennial sentinels are crunching in the steel 

Stop the pharmaceutical, Monsanto, Democran, Republicrat lie ideal

Let the light of air break the waterline