anticipate
one person, sitting at their desk-
(these are the words that you are now reading)
“oh no…” say the pale faced brethren
shrinking within hand shadows
“lacking in consistency is the only constant here,
much as the complacency I’ve used as goodwill recently…”
habitually
“consider the weight of what I have to say,
and liquidate our antiquated assets
while i straddle this tower of dual continuity”
the discipline of far too few
accumulates in patterns
of day-glo cowardice-
ply by ply, shaving away
at our skin
the dream of life
is simply to dream of life
the sun is an illusion as are the
torments that grow in its ray
so forget-
forget the women of yesterday’s sex
déjà vu and the same shallow coincidence
clotting the deference of an absolute truth,
narrowing the hindrance of youth.
forget the margins that dilute the mind,
whose fragmentation remains ill-conceived
during our time.
forget the secondary highways and the strangulation by government.
forget the commercial inertia and the graduation of the mass permanent.
forget the tradition of carving out territory at your will,
a propulsion defined by an inevitable inversion.
and forget your holy war,
it is not part of our plan.
and forget your blond haired blue eyed jesus,
because nigger is a white word.