i know there’s nothing left at all when you eulogise mccain as the whole world took aim and fired millions of imaginary bullets, one for every human being he was paid to ****** one for every human being he burned alive he’ll never die he’ll liver forever haunting the halls of power so i’ll not be speaking ill of the dead by celebrating his life
i know there’s nothing left at all when bush killer in chief is given relief because he opposes hot air in word alone whilst buying new thrones with the taxes he saved, cuts that send your core support to their graves, the cuts you carve your name to and profit from, the bombs you vote to buy while you cry about the election you rigged and still lost
i know there’s nothing left at all when you embrace the hawks that have always circled you when you serve your corporate overlords when you disenfranchise half your country and leave them destitute when you can’t even care for them when they’re dying but happily sends them off to their slaughter for no other reason than because you’re bought by the profiteers of war
there’s nothing left at all about you
Putting the feelers out there. The American left: wake up.
I’ve been trying to write this for about a year. This is the best I can do, and the way HP uses underscores has ruined the form. Extremely experimental, so I estimate split opinions and a fade into the background.
that is until i think of how You’d kiss me, until You show me how You’re all around yet nowhere, and there’s never any escaping Your vulturous capitalisation Your invasive marketing Your pseudosentimental sensationalism the beautiful indoctrination of Your talking head the only one we both want me to see
we both want me to think i can **** the system and i keep hoping i can but You know i never will
it’s ambivalent but i only love You because You tell me to and i don’t know any better
i am surrendered rendered legally tender caratless
there’s no escaping You, You the one i’d blindly follow, fall off this Earth face first, blindly stay and never leave, blindly believe Your cancerous Yellow ribbons over my own convictions
keep secret the crimson wakes illicitly ebbed on your surfaces screaming out against your steaming sands when you’re bound in twitching chains helpless, surrendered drenched in the dead night blindfolded and gagged and choking in my bare hands with a wide smile
we can’t speak of your rattling bones our scorched friction and our guttural undertones carved into you with my teeth, cutting into you like my embedded fingerprints do, pulled out by my mouth, forced out by my invasion
we **** like endangered animals goners in our own private dimmed corner dogged and primal shrouded in evaporating sweat and salivating libidos with which we’ll paint your room
nobody can ever know how we cast shadows on your cave we take it bound and crushed to the grave
love is only ever blind by choice, not by nature. love is blindfolded. anything that doesn't fit perfectly into our own tiny little ideal box is dismissed as worthless. it must end.
it’s summer and i’m waiting for you in your locked car parched, dry, ready to die alone, waiting for you to return, to throw me your bones; i’ll never learn if i don’t want to— i’ll still wait for you ragged, tail-wagged calmly being cooked by the yellowy sunbeams.
there’s no place i’d rather be
True love is choosing not to exist without, even if unrequited.