gun in hand

hands bound are

bound to dream

finding one seam to

rip apart

open

and leave

what are

ballots

but bullets

ready

squeeze



squeeze it

you faceless ****



you,

through teeth

gritted and

jaw working,

white knuckle

got-up

buckled up

safe



you

show me

how dirt

really tastes



because you always

ever knew that

ballots are

bullets binding

ready to

sunder

me