no mas

I sleep, but only to dream

And I dream no longer

I do not dream if I'm drunk like the neighbors and children

Someone killed the captain and hides in his clothes

I’ve seen him as a reflection on the talk shows

No one talks like humans anymore; they talk with motions scraping out a grave in repose

Kiss my forehead and send me to the peace I revoked

Your kiss, as pure as salt spat by oceans of old

As it may be

Will not unburden a soul who observed the destruction to be mutual

We all hoped

A mistake we were told in diapers and Sunday clothes

We hoped for so long

Until we slipped into our clothes bought in Rome

And wandered into an ecosystem carefully constructed with our image in mind

Maintained by an immaculate design

They’ll say

And they’ll say it to us with their throats like tadpoles

“Let them decide

With their will and awful lives that we so well provide

Let them die with their hubris close by

In a nice pocket in time that we’ve neatly specified

A printed butterfly only lasts a week or so

Let them die

Just let them die.”

Knowing very well what we’ve contrived

I say

Well…

You’re human after all.

A bluff, before, that I would have never called

These so-called humans control and suppose better than I do

Me and my miniature life

So I might as well make a living out of their genius

In stride to a fortress lakeside

In a home, recyclable and principled, I’ve lived in mine for a month or so

Finally

Somewhere, a place perfect for my aching teeth

A church groans from the purgatory that we escaped

I sleep badly

The sheets are plastic

And my mind can’t quite reach the dreams that the mobile spins

A tragedy

Swaying like a lantern above me

I skip my dreams and wake unwillingly

My teeth grind to a song spun among the airways during the cavalcades

Our great god in the army

We trust it courageously

WE MUST

Let him speak to us thoroughly

Through artillery

Bringing fire to every city

But dont burn everybody

We like our wars how we like our sleep

Quiet and in perpetuity

Described with adjectives like beauty and deep

Kill what’s left of me is what the people say

They haven’t seen the sheet when it’s thrown

End the enormity

We were meant for better things, like simplicity

Tired and well bored

Curious and well-sourced by the independent

The street sings an empty song

With people demonstrating it beautifully

And I watch with my given view lingering in the background

The Mona Lisa fills her smile with backronyms

They hope to find everyone a cage

It’s no longer symbolism

The performance has been arranged

The cue topples the eight in the pocket

And we dont possess the strength to create a thing of faith

Great enough to stop it

A butterfly dreams too, but not for so long as I

I am anxious

And I am resigned

Enraged as I might

It isn’t that I wave

A doe can graze a lifetime without headlights

And I just wish we’d survived

The wars that all those futures hide