spring clip and t-pin

Democracy is an invitation to struggle

Benny said

after the looting.
Look, I was wrong.

We can’t win. This isn’t our

defining moment. It’s not even a decent

bong party.
Only the hungry

take to the streets

and ours is a 

fast food fix.
Armies march in time.

They don’t stumble into selfies

to tweet. Armies march in time.

Shoulders back. Eyes straight ahead
en masse. Bound by a common

oppression. Spring clipped and t-pinned

to its pretty flag. The anthem of the fuck machine

tuned to their hearts.

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10haiku

I cannot describethis moment  finally free

of definition

*

in this spare hour of

examination  I have

lost my mindfulness

*

blue sky greying to

grace   gratitude  I never

not believe in you

*

the graceless boot of

warring men coil taut shiny

hard president’s men  

*

a small regatta 

of thoughts keep me from the shore

saints fall from the sky 

*

you unlock my true

mission  remove the splinter

from my eye  pardon

*

only dust and lost

birds fly over the mountain

I climb without love

*

there are faint moments
few and far between  when you

see the open path

*

nocturnes surround her

liquid luminescence  her

lips of love still wet

*

welcome him to the 

open sky  the tower of

his song   ascending