our pockets are filled with stones
in conspiratorial fabrication of fictions
as chemical colors seep
by conscious deployment of illusions
transforming human misery and violence into wit
in loquacious gestures
that fail to expose the artifice
of gender distinction
that intolerable wrong
that leaves stones in all our pockets
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 7:13 PM UTC
our pockets are filled with stones
in conspiratorial fabrication of fictions
as chemical colors seep
by conscious deployment of illusions
transforming human misery and violence into wit
in loquacious gestures
that fail to expose the artifice
of gender distinction
that intolerable wrong
that leaves stones in all our pockets
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