November 25, 2020
Don Lemon is eating Huey Newton’s corpse on prime time
As the blood of the dissenting martyr drops down into the open mouths of a million r/DSA revolutionaries
You can’t say what you mean on the internet
If you go outside Ol’Porky magdumps the heart attack gun into your whole family
Terror is a commodity,
November 20, 2020
Hell by Candlelight
Hell is a bird that sings. Hell is the sound of a song. Why do they play that same music everywhere I go?
Even if I’m waiting for a glass, or nibbling on a piece of cheddar.
Or waiting for my flight
I hear it.
I can’t possibly just listen to nature.
So I listen to the sounds that man has failed to repent
Failed to even recognize.
November 18, 2020
I
A body can be a jail cell, all the more constricting the more one moves around.
In distant deserts and thick woods, and in the middle of the wide-open sea.
In the deepest, darkest regions of space, and
In my dreams my blood has found me,
And left me cowering in the corner behind the bars of my veins.
November 13, 2020
Egrets
In the park discussing intellectual property law
As it pertains to fashion, spied on
From behind an arrow slit in a castle ruin
Ah! Go back in time to instruct yourself
In being just yourself
The independent candidate
In the Sunday clothes of the irreligious