burden sinks us

here comes sickness

rise and face the day

if you are at the wrist with this sickness
and often find yourself asking: wtf are we doing?
who do we think we are?
who died and made us lord-king-god boofoo?

we are sick
and infecting everyone us
we, the jacked-up jack-boot landlord out to dispatch “offensive” neighbors in the dark of night
who says we be bully boys no more?

this obscenity we’re saddled with breeds
a pestilence bone deep
this burden sinks us
this is done in our names
this is our handiwork
this is what we chose
this is us

this abomination is our abomination
maybe someone will return the favor one day
and set us free

from ourselves

What I’m Reading:

Violence is woven too deeply in the history and practice of American culture to be ignored.

— Joe Jackson / Splendid Liberators: Heroism, Betrayal, Resistance, and the Birth of American Empire

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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