post-industrial
kool-aid fences for what
fast
blurring
the
lines of talking
small
circled fire
in
the dark
smelling
the melt
everything
is too
fast
for me to discern
with
letters or grammar
so
I go for feeling
in
the ghost agonies
of
thundered humanity
I
go for big what ifs
only
to be dragged
by
horses through the streets
this
is how time paves me
with
the echoes of memory
the
pauses to the pain I admit to
the
reign of the why
that
defines me and begins
my
gesticulations
my
articulations
my
salvations
my
ambulatory trickery
my
learning from the wind
and
the shadow realm language
of
separating the light
and
dark components
of
the soul here in the West
my
dreams are not safe anymore
all
the women and children suffer first
hold
the line with trembled hopes
while
the agonies cause
the
trees to bark with anger
as
my frayed senses
watch
the nests
divide
reality with sulfur
taking
yellow from the rain
disillusioned
with time
and
alluding to the tiniest infinities
with
an incremental aging process
that
leaps seasons
with
buttered reasons
as
my skin begins
to
brown with the Sun
I
have embraced
my
inner magnetism
as
I realize polarity
is
a processing disorder
every
brain is an ache petal bloom
fighting
the fences that
blight us with a stolen heavy metal logic
that is looming itself into built devices
that is sold
as vice-lord protection
that is actually inspection
that is deep intention
to blow things up
into
smithereens
so we might be falling
under the spell
of museum quality glass
we might be housing ourselves
where we might be seen
somewhere
in outer space
we might have admission costs
that says here we are
because this race lost
as the dogs were always
at the ready
to take our places
with what a smile paces
fast asleep
in water
with our fears
always steering
always cutting
to dig for something more
than we might be able to pay for
with every turn of the wheel
EJR
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