I am a seagull for fear of trees in museums I scream I am so scared right now of the future Generations global globalization You do right by them A little boy shamelessly shakes the hand of powerful men Wishes they were women Dressed in a suit for suitability Running through airport corridors Lost tired playful kicking smearing makeup on a mirror Across the face of a statue of a captain of industry A lipstick stain turned to blood Theres so much pressure that to riot would be but a tantrum Kiss the corridors Hands grasping at air Down the flight of airplane stairs Spilling milk on an old man Shameless dog for shame Shadow kicking bathroom door Lipstick slides down the escalator and grinds into crimson sludge The meat machinery I have a factory of flesh Donors of fists and molotov eyes Seeing what you stole Forget history? Never the anger is riding our marrow. Our bones splinter with shards of glass daggers Throw a gaze and set the rich to ruin Mob violence is the right of the collectively disabled Imagine a child with quadruple amputations But instead has butter knives for limbs And the will to burn a hole through the unjustified What they call it will be no war. A tide crashing over everything Waters made of columns and concrete Glass and paperwork.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 04:10:31 +0000
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