and all the rest

“it’s not even real,” I tell myself.
this is an obsession with a soldier
a real ghost.
I grab at his shadow
with pleading hands
I feel like bleeding again
to cure this sick

cold confusion
stops me as fast as an impact
3..2..1.. contact.
the world is a victim-filled car crash.
how am I so morbidly stupid?
how am I so morbid, stupid?

This is a stick up
and give me all you’ve got.
we are all poor bastards
and my theft is futile.

slicked back and stuck up
greased up like
liquored-up whispers of love
whiskey whispers
nations filled with heavy-breathed sausage fingers
like loving alcoholics
yours is a greedy love
your love is pickled and sour
your love is vinegar, my love.

I don’t want to taste what you’ve got
I smell strongly of strawberry fields forever
And I intend to keep it.
don’t try to ferment my happiness!
I will not be bottled and shelved
I will not be popped and drunk
take the others instead
My spine is made of cork and I am flexible
I am corkless.

Lovely is liquored-up tonight!
my lovely with soft thighs and
sour-dough breath

It’s about time you sucked it up and settled
down.
It’s about time.
he is sucked off and pissed, and
I am lonely but not pickled.

Jar me back to reality
prick me with pinches and love bites
just bite my lips.
inflate my ego and my bosoms will
rise to your touch.
The world keeps changing and I am not ready
3…2…1…and I am not ready.
everyone is pickled silly and sour and
I am left out

ready to tell you of reality.
virile corruption and hate is like
Hunger.
like vinegar is acidic
and it burns

but what about the rest of us?
sitting about like warm cherry pies
sitting contently in wood-fire stoves
warm and plump and living in the
luxury of our stilted intellect
maybe I am egocentric but I am not lazy.
I am sure as hell.

what about the rest of you cherry pies?
you think that we have to withdraw
and that it’s a called stalemate.
withdraw yourselves like the rhythm method,
you need to withdraw before it’s too late and she’s pregnant.

you are my opportunist and fucking like a rabbit.
you lie with your spoiled honey and
your sweet cherry pies
and you are sticky.
you must reproduce to spread your
soiled sorry.

there is one major export.
this nation exploits by trade
at least you apologized while you raped her
you apologized again when you moved on to
her daughters.

we know all about it.
we are secretly serviced and
you can’t hide.

“Just don’t touch the daughters!” she cried
“Especially the daughters,” they said

this is a nation that is starting to show
the skeletons in its closets
some closets stuffed with billions of dirty dollars
some others stuffed with billions of dirty dead.

slowly it spreads and is passed on to
children
like teddy bears and buckets of candy.
in preschool we learned that ‘H is for hatred’
we are running around playgrounds
with sand pails on our heads
rubbing sand into our eyes.
and rubbing ourselves blind.

go peacefully practice your exploits
like we practiced the pledge of allegiance
this flag was fucked
when we used it to wipe up
spilled blood.

Bucket-heads run around in circles
trying to clean up the rest.
While you do that,
I am getting the fuck out of here
I am taking this soldier with me.

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