i wouldn't hear
you wouldn't veer
the left to right of my water
untouched golden goddess
morning glass

yet the civil war is you
so brutal and dependent
criminalogically divesting
in american lives
the drowning povery

hatred and racist poetry
of indifference
simple patterns from recon
my family brought me into this world
by ways of a generals house
in time that matters

my friends, murdered experiments
civil war is not a holocaust, yet it was
perhaps the 12th time an educated leader
attempted to speak it will make sense to you
the bread and waters of prison

today in california the beauty of overcoming
all of you is that we are airmen and laymen
beside beautiful girls

non of us need less construction
than JOB's frame
that parable should have gotten a sage journey
to the leader of a pack of kerouac's
before me and hunter got in, but you didn't
i got it, huh
the poverty, the thresholds, the beggars bowl
of church puking water redemption
the blind freedom of successions
the gloried exit of an emptied pork barrel

my dragon breathes fire in jazz sculptures
during winter polemics of disdain
in my america we don't budge either