Tuesday, June 2, 2020

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the watchchain, our inward storm, the daughter, our culture those vines. so linked by genetics or purposed to scream at something revving our guts. so many thieves, a heart on hock, or annotated emotions. to envelope a feeling posted to sender while a broke man’s copywrite. joining like scissors or cutting sameness our pictures depicting our philosophies. the gentle giant so beloved while future events were destroyed. the scar-bone the neck suffocated the root extinguished. it seems simple, such by unjustified murder, while laws become plastic. so much to blackness so much to property where parakeets are protecting Homeplate. pockets itching fires flowing where officers are seen as vicious or intolerant while peaceful protest might kill a child. so tasered or defensive insomuch our Constitution was obliterated. it must change when it becomes universal it must be tainted if it irritates the president. our souls like sweaters our laundry like ignored insofar as a small portion feels oblivious. so untouched such to those frequencies as aborted or fed to sewers. those sects as unknowing where citizens can’t be destroyed: nation to nation, battle to cures, while we must participate. such fuel to live such remorse to die while something eats our bleeping guts: the bug in stomachs the bear in brains seated low, gripping his head, a wife rubbing his shoulders; a picture in mistakes a gavel in reflection or days so disgusted the mind deteriorates. such decomposition, at ever-too-many-years, as if peace taunts the police. by cuffed wrists by broken pride or a child slammed on his face. talking back is vicious, contending treatment is vicious, or being black is vicious. our weather looks different. our pork tastes different. our justice comes slowly. such unspoken veils, or first guilty, with batons replacing whips. where nothing is promised in our chaotic cosmos where many speak of this presumed home. if but to look if but to google if but to feel something that replaces hope. our reward for obedience, it says something specific: “We can still beat you; We can still kill you; If needed, We’ll deny you your rights.”

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