KINDLING
(11.16.05)
I can lie like the CIA
-pull the covers over your head-
so sweet, so tight
out goes the light
I captured with words
You in now stamped earth
Me bobbing my head
as you suffocate to death,
coughing
how did I get myself in
this
fucked up situation?
Good thing I work for the opposition
Taming tradition: the mission
Ancestral homes denied,
all I've got left
a right brain in the head
million years in coming
DNA uniting
dancing a pogo prance of
“This way to good life & heavenly humanity”
“This way to the best without leaving behind the rest!”
(Formative years before freedom
make me still consider “the instead”)
Could I lead into battle wild haired and leveling
Republican
Black Pagan Queer, but Republican?
With debt saddle
winking at human nature?
Socialist policies have no place in America!
The market makes true sense, we all put in our dollars and cents
Even me, the black chick with backdue rent
Glad to work for an opposing force, nature pulled
I push forth; The richer the world is, not the better for.
Beyond a pointed finger to starry sky
the NEXT is high!
now further away during our war days
Sly I'd say there's always been killin'
dying
mass murdering of man
united nations lying in state
Suffering under great civilizations' bloody weight
building tall temples of reserved gold
spreading ideals down roads dealt death
But I work for the opposition
Sorry, I'm lying to you. Sometimes I can't stand too.
Lone dark nights spent fearing it true
(Always Deadened We?)
LOOK, LOOK!
Birds are dying
Down from the sky planes now regularly fly
and the Superman is dead!
Turn-back-go-not-ahead!
The world is ending, hear me, that world must end...
I work for the opposition.
