I now recognize
the walls
I am Police
We are a countryin political dance across the heads of matches.accuse the sticksfor being kindlingwanting to ignitewhile…
groomed to comply
we like our diversity
agreeable
The hum of the lawn mowerbreaks the silencetwice a week or, in certaincommunities, every thirdday
Yang’s so fat you can’t see Yin anymoreand the seesaw companieshave gone out of business.There’s a golden elephantin…
They say the blacker our berries the sweeter our juiceIt seems the blacker our hoodie the quicker they shoot