1920
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4.iv.25
filibuster
we who believe in freedom
will not rest until it comes
– Bernice Johnson Reagon
the orange clown, id-monster
CONQUERS DREAMLAND
he signs it away
he strings us along
it’s like a tax on breathing
because, all along
you’ve been robbing his sky
who knew?
he taxes the penguins too!
it’s like he’s in your guts
going through
it’s by blur
won’t notice
won’t notice a thing
this clown’s all proclamation
truth telling till it’s gone, all gone
we never were what we thought we were
there was always this
a cross on the lawn
a noose flung over a low lying limb
there was always the fear
it all happens so fast
he’s at the truth again
he’s prising back old prejudice
he’s putting it to work
it’s the first thing that comes into his head
we won’t know where we are
a world’s expense
long fart – the bovine clown
we declaim
too late
too late
I wear a watch
they hector
must speak love’s excess
our unconditional
for a flag as if
he has sought attention
by tantrum
big baby balloon casts its great shadow
now the darkness is great again
it’s Mordor here
the mills satanic
we’ve run out of weather
there’s this defiance
say can you
witness!
we pay for more bombs, for more boots
the day comes on
who’ll be woke?
then speak!
then call the clown out!
even a few months Rip Van
the seven sleepers
Theodosius greets companions of the cave
and is that us?
everyone asking how
this was dark of us to do
sleep no more
he murders sleep
it’s all the world dreaming him
that’s how
