Quote was the war machine
and he was the path down the wayside –
how I got sick of everything.
What he said, the whole lot of it
was sleep and lies and
my actions are my own and they will not burden you
but they did and I carried his
syllables and structures
in a bag across the desert.
He was the son of man,
he was you,
he was them
talking,
using,
buying,
shitting it all out in fashion
and conspiracy smiles
running on tar like a gold-digger’s lungs.
This is your milestone
plodding onward.
(his) (your) (their) name was in every advertisement
(he) (you) (they) moved so many
mountains that wanted to be left alone.
(he’s) (you’re) (they’re) identical catalogues
dressing up and waiting to die.
Quote is on the front page of the news today:
Renewable Energy: Solution Found
The Sink Pathetic (a cruise ship)
cries her crocodile tears
and floats on them across continents!
if you wake up a bear
if you like your anatomy
don’t look at me
I hate you very much
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