within an arc...

photo by EJR ©

Liberty, kindly tell me what time it is

with your words

piece out a tomorrow

that is prayer beaded

throw chances in a bowl of keys

take one leave one

stare into my reflective surfaces

cool your mind let go of resentment

blah fucking blah

turn the television off

stop reading those glossy magazines

we both know this cesspool world

is becoming more new roman

more new jerusalem

or should I say more american

by the second

the social calendar affords

no one impartiality

spring and summer are green

as we sit witness boxed

with pummeled faces

quickly wearing what matches the weather

we are both wondering

when the bus with the iron windows is coming

you pine out loud and say

it is usually torch lit and pitch forked

with mob anger and I say yes

I will look at your pictures now

your ass your tits

the slight opening of your bitten lips

you can say anything you want

because I’m taking more

than the mints you left on the table

EJR ©