We’d all love
To be seen
Little more
Than we clean
Up the messes
Attesting
To low
Self-esteem
And it seems
We’d all hate
To be torn
At the seams
But we love  
To watch others
Unreachable dreams
And yet hate to feel
Fairness is trampled
Pursuing
The knocks
Of the opportune
Peacemakers
Couping
Who we love to hate
Hate to love
The cartoonish
Banality
Evil
Still mirroring
Munich

Take it
Wrest it
Rip it
From the clutches
Of my claims
When they are splayed
And splattered
Matters
Of my brainless
Bullet aims
Still fixing
Barrels
To the temples
Self-imposing
Isolation
Making wars
And civil wastelands
Of the isolated nation

Your causes are broken
I’m bending through hoops
Your free speech is verboten
In tending to groups
Thinking no more abortion
Just lawful contortion
Of what formerly
Would’ve hanged for
Extortion
Endorsements
Of donor class
Actors
Who funnel
Our funds
Through their private jet
Public debt
Tunnels
And I am just funnily
Flipping the pages
And balancing beaming
To multiple stages
As wages stagnate
And the nation implodes
And the state is a circus
Of nobody knows

We could be lonely
Together
Sequestering
Close open wounds
Interminably festering
Leave the world lost
To its doomsday devices
No more counting costs
And considering prices
This rife with
The absence
Of wholeness
Won’t hurt us
Alluring
Distractions
Won’t fully  
Divert us  
Won’t turn us from
Shared
And more personal gains
Won’t be sunny skies
Every day
Chances it rains
On occasion
But we
Would just lay still
And listen
And lazily wake
To the morning dew glisten

Cast your spells
Ring your bells
I draw
The parallels
Back to the basics
Of human equations
Mentation
Illuminates
Merely gestations
Are not quite the squirming
The learning
The earning
The born to
A bullet storm
Mourning
World burning

And there we were
Synergy
You collide
Into me
Moments materialize
Synchronicity
Then the earth shatters
Shakes us to the core
And imploding
In discordant war
We endure
But recede ever further
Cordoned into nations
Partitioned and pawned,
Pacified
On their waitlist
Deprived of the care
The holistic approach
But the first class
Unconscious
Just shoves us in coach
And yet woke
Is the liberalist paradigm
Spinning
The worth on its Axis
And wickedly
Grinning