Poetry is a language of other - revolutionR - 2/2/15
a dallas language
crackles the damage
through a nation that
gambles with cancer
the fatter are gadget to the fraction
at the catholic camping ground
rubbed raw and then to grow callous
anxious with ballads & babies & bullets & babble & ashes
captive to fashion
cancelled tickets in hand
mere gangsters & ghosts
absent by quantum balance & eager
ravenous for even more bandwidth
to fill that expanding emptiness
with ever newer song
both bystander & witness brought impotent
to a perfect stillness
by knowledge yet unapprehended
of what had happened
before their very eyes
the bride became a wife
the wife a widow
truth is the good guys didn't win -
lets get drunk
call in sick to work
stay to home
where we can gasp up
the gases of auschwitz
in peace
as a light snow falls