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there is a conspiracy
you bold it, up the
font
wink nudge for boys
they will be
as with mother’s milk
(which powder will
conspire against)
it’s fungible – your fear
take nudge wink men
will say
grow with the disease
(what does not kill
me…)
say we love…
make great
fill in the blank
here, have yourself a
forever
(delicious)
unflinch
cock this
and in the nightsight
fake a moon to land
(there are many)
fill your veins with
pulse
aliens size up
there is a conspiracy
of songbirds
a murder of judges
and so-called war
(I don’t believe and
you can’t make me)
this is the Land of …
repeat after me
have you noticed the
market?
conspiracy of the
willing numb
bring on industry
shake
pour on and over
sprinkle with these
it kills ‘em all real
fast
every other conspired
against
creature, I mean, of
course
there’s hunger
and whoever died of
that?
I wrestle Descartes’
demon down
they want things back
a share
same rights
but know not the
promised skin?
this God is mine
bend knees
in the tiny hamlet of
Overfeeding
here is privilege
denied
(as in the whiteness
of a theft)
and
so say all is ours
and
so say all is ours
there is a conspiracy
of flags, of anthems
there is a
trafficking of maps
all words look
foreign to me
it’s always a certain
suburb you hear crackling
something severe –
the overnight blaze
a knife down a drain
grate
breeze washes clean
from out of the bowl
a crocodile snap
the good old boys
drinking
sometimes see the
overlapping worlds
mostly nothing to say
Earth’s round in
every direction
though some will say
a little pear shaped
and no one’s looked
under to check
I was just explaining
my language
so utterly betrayed
ending it
they call
cough up
probably you won’t
have noticed
sudden ache of loss come
on
just when
glory shines around
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