punishment a lower sound barrier,
our speech’s value incalculable
as oxygen’s, because regular users
are sometimes the rich, sometimes the poor,
these beasts of burden driving me wild
till I’m so comfortable in my skin
I fall back on memories I shouldn’t trust,
and don’t expect they’ll break my fall.
DIGGING A HOLE
Heavily censored, how tunnellers live:
as we please, around here, an elite –
in the majority, persons of interest
cultivating for rices and beans.
I jump beautifully out of the way
before a backlash our lower classes
consider a right: holding the noble man’s
feet to a fire he carelessly sets.
Dance, my eldest shall study abroad.
Rather than institutions of higher
learning, I chose water muddied
by my dirty shoes, peered into depths
and started digging a hole, first step
toward destabilizing the planet,
its orbit difficult to disturb,
its hot core solid, or I’d fan the flames.
CONTRACTORS
This phony warrior’s armed to the teeth,
our barks and his bites all but synchronized,
the son of a bitch – I mean, of a state
that doesn’t love him, and he doesn’t love.
Dash upstairs – praise to the skies
what might fall on us if it isn’t in them,
yours no future money couldn’t buy,
or, failing that, at least destroy.
Do me this favour and, in exchange,
I’ll mask ingratitude; a disguise
overwhelms the plain truths any day.
It looks like somebody, and so do I,
most at home under another’s name –
not just an alias – in another’s thoughts,
yours for example. They irritate me
a little less than if I had had them.
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