palllllitics

perhaps the truly simple
mindedness rests
in seeking those keepers of meaning,
assuming they even exist, or even
have pretense
toward the everlasting
is.

the actually, hammer
blow to the head. a strangeness
    like hand
    job democracy, quiet
rape
and ruffled sheets bleached.
a stain on the
    brain.

they they lives, they lives, as
dried out seasons, aspirations
     we are
made to fight for.
     a sullen soft
    ness, blown
    down
to the sea,
    down
into the no end tunnel.
lightless tones,
and it's delight. every
        year
the cold music,
the wicked grin
eating, entering thoughts, that
     dangerous
smile stepping through your screen.
    how will you atone?
if you
sin
against the gallows man.
    we're al
        ready home,
     independent
        ly
and counting
    down
to six6 feeeeeet.