Picket Fencing

Change in blue and red

Posterboy for the American something

Everybody's got a tea party to get to or some

Park or some FB wall to occupy

Discontent...jobs economy some-such-bullshit

The Cops shut down the protests.

Snowdennet is out to catch rabbit trails

And all your emails

And the shoe rule at the airport ensures exactly one thing:

That those unimaginative enough to try a terrorist attack

Exactly like one that came before it will be foiled.
A pat(down) on the back gives you a nice illusion of safety.

Your little white spikes on the front lawn

Aren't fooling no rabbits or robbers.

And your security system won't do you no good

When the reckoning comes.

The government is repeatedly eviscerated and blown to

Smithereens through film:  Independence Day, Red, Avengers,

Nikita, X-Men: Future Past.  There are demons in the machine.

Press pause for a minute, thank your stars,

And take a look at that nice border fence that walls in your

Your manicured utopian green.

"How are you?"

"It's been tough."

But you've already moved on with those nice picket teeth

Peeking out of a red lawn.

The problems are much more complicated than the books make it seem.

Touché.

But that still doesn't mean

We can't do anything.

I've got a five point plan to steal all the chain-link and

1x6s in this town,

Then take torches to the illusions

Of separations

You've got around.

I'm tired of table talk,

I'm tired of pretending like we're not

All damaged

I'm tired of pretending like

The world's okay.

So I'm sorry about the white 1x4 in

My eye, got me seeing red,

But no, I will not come down,

Until I see the lawns burning.


From the Upcoming Collection "Reasons for Cutting the Power to a Large Section of America")

Deus Ex Machina

Lewis' severed head speaks

On an array of fifteen-inch screens

Digital GOD save us from the inconvenient

Truths of our lives

The mangled wires we hold inside

The trillions of dollars on an F-35

That promises we'll all get to sleep tonight.

Cayalá

Creating a perfect world.

Intentionally left off the bus routes

There are no sidewalks to reach

The white city.

Only the carred, with their magic flying

Machines, can ascend its heights.

A coffee shop, the meat market, the Cinépolis

They even had Justin Bieber play a show

A church at the end of the street.

Cameras keeping you safe.

There are men with shotguns at the gate.

Down the hill in the ravine is La Limonada

Gangs with knives and pistols and machetes
Decide who enters

Families of seven sleep on dirt floors and

Use old signage for two walls and roofing.
The meat market would refer to the sex trade.
The river is a garbage-strewn public sewage drain.

The screen shows people smiling, families walking in walled-off parks

Sitting on the steps, business-people with Starbucks who never have to leave

Their castle in the foamed clouds.

Creating a perfect world.

For anybody who has the money,
And can shut their eyes to sleep.

Falling Down the Well

Falling down the well

Leaving

Grasping at the stones along the side

You were the stone

Crushing me when I hit bottom

You're here in my heart

But you've got no voice

Tell me you feel something

Reject me, hurt me, love me, stop me

Falling into the floor and I just keep going

And the river keeps flowing.

Last Summer

Edit

Bikini eyes

Fear and trembling

Openness

You said you trust me.

You said you don't know why.

Camouflage

Contact

Splattered paint

Crouching for cover

You told me to watch your back

Rain dance

Sunset

Chased by dogs

Trespass

And a hand in my hand.

Eyelids lined

Lost in the music

Dancing but we never

Stopped talking

You said you were good at hugs

Fun.

You open a wide freckled

Smile and

I don't know if I've ever

Felt like this.

Scattered wheat

Yellow jackets

Fresh breeze

Stiff climb

You told me you were scared

The aching almost

Walking circles over waters

The angst of not being honest with ourselves

You were leaving

We controlled ourselves

In love

But letting go

Because of love.