How much toxin do each of us deserve, and what’s the exact lethal amount before we’ve had enough?
Crumbling civilization beginning with our neighbors, fear to love due to countless others not equaling up
Pass the poison on to next generation, now he’s not and she’s not of worth, whole ice age encompasses the earth
Single is the new testament and hallowed church, crossed legs and no eye wondering and no body growth
Tied down to the follies and offering up volleys, such anger has angel tears spilling from their tiers and goblets
Wound god until the blood flows golden, badly in need of salves of salvation that we toast in our ignorance
Champagne pyramids into rivers into streams, celebration of sentient beings of a myriad of complexities and origins
Constellations sailing the night skies rippling with an oar, of you, I and everything else woven from first the ocean
Foraging for hearts, fragile no matter the contents rattled off, can you expect expert hands when you yourself haven’t lived?
Inquisitive on how happiness is always a garden that surrounds but hardly takes up residence in you, foster lifetimes living livid
The pain paints prison bars on par with angola and caddo, guard tower eyes and barbwire smiles flourishing vivid
Prison house slids on and sparse visits, the separation beyond the skin surface feels like years in solitary no privilege
Melodies of a jailbird jilted by the rays, and now warmth is the enemy of the people in their rage they place the sun on a crucifix
Are any of us really free from this, break and try to run to the nearest freedom trying to start over with a new identity and image