Nobody likes vultures.
Oh, but the eagle…
People ******* love eagles.

The vultures,
they tidy things up for us.
The stench of all that rotting,
decaying road-dead flesh,
all the life crushed beneath our wheels
when we were not paying attention,
when we were moving too fast,
they take care of that.
They clean up a mess.
How nice.

The eagle…
it kills ****.  
And in that we see such nobility and
Regalness.

I propose we change
the symbol
on all our currency,
in our courthouses,
on the t-shirts of so many
Wal-mart shoppers,
to the vulture

and then maybe
act the part

and when someone mentions the eagle…
we can turn our nose up at the thought.

Michael L Sutter

Yes, it sure does look that way
When it takes 35 years
to capture 50 criminals
in a land
that claims to be FREE

FREE?
Free of what?
Not criminals

There are 50 crime
families on Garibaldi
Avenue in Lodi, New Jersey alone

Please officer

Oh, that's right

One of those crime families
is not like the other
One of those crime families
Rules the cops
and pretends to rule
everyone else

With bullying
And tormenting
And torturing
And acts in violation
of the Geneva Convention

Oh, but we are not at war with crime

Hey it's a free country
You want to practice crime

People have a right to be
Criminal

It's a free country

Okay

But, why can't it be
A crime family free
Country

Is ******, arson, strong arm assaults, blackmail, grand theft, etc... so glamorous
that a (free?) country
needs them

or even needs to
glorify them in
Movies and Television

Do we need
criminally run Hospitals
criminally controlled courthouses
criminally managed police departments?

I've spoken with
several government
Leaders on this matter
and they all agree
that they will promise
to look into this
as soon as they
can figure out
the economy

I walked down Garibaldi
Ave in Lodi the other
day
The crime families there
are doing quite well

But

They ain't talkin'

I spent your birthday riding busses trying to forget you. HSBC's and courthouses falling by the wayside give way to farmland. $25 left in my chequing account and I can't help but consider stranding myself on Salt Spring. strangling myself with salt water. what is it worth, life, if love fades and creatures exploit each other like coal mines till 9 PM- or maybe it's just my life that is so empty and void. maybe this is my last day alive because the last time I lived was so long ago I can't remember. I'm put on antidepressants, then I'm put off you. I'd seek out *** to validate my self-worth but I don't much feel like sinking to that level would do much to purge my system of this evil presence. I hate myself and you made me hate me more. I watch the highway land scape by like a collection of our hopeless, anxious hopes, and I wonder- what was I doing in the first place?

Like the wolves grey eyes watch.
Sharing is not taught.
Life is not suppose to be fought.

Tomorrow will be new & will be different.
"The muck at our feet
The ooze that eats itself "
You still stink of it".

The ancient holy ghost ...
their power runs through your veins.
"Can you think of the one word there you probably shouldn't have said?"
To destroy each member of the Black Thorn.

"Place the holy vessel back into the bassinet."
An abduction you will regret.

Do not notarize or sign anything no matter what.
There is no reason to record words.
Others notions abscurd.
Misunderstand what they heard.
I will never trust their actions.
Courthouses is like a church with the devil as god.
Birthing Ariel was worth each contraction.
I would'nt do it again though.
I had to be sewed what was ripped.
One life is just as precious as two or more.
Child birth was an expected trip.
My belly may never again be flat.
But I am determined not to get fat.
About this we will no longer speak of that.

If you think I am the rat in a cage
And not those who sit inside all day
In courthouses and temples
You are the lost one and I
Am saved

I stand, even if it is alone
And will refuse to break
Even in death

In death, you will see
What life did not deem
You fortunate enough, living

What’s the moment you stopped believing in god? “Honor thy father and mother,” are words literally written in stone - hanging in southern courthouses in glistening marble. Words that mean so much to people, they’ll die to protect them.

We take what mothers and fathers say as the gospel, because the gospel itself tells us to. But is there honor in the burdens we carry for them throughout our own lives? Is there honor in words that carry the weight of centuries of mothers and fathers?

need a friend?
the doubts live inside of me like citizens
that walk slowly in courthouses ready to sue.
all their passions are out of wack,
they only know how to survive by shooting down others.
every hollow house i was led to, hand in hand,
as i trusted you to guide me.
i need a friend.
i need the fever, the fire, the rage, the shooting star, the red seething blood.
any warmth to remind myself of tenderness,
even if it is without at the core.
i need anticipatory silence, waiting your filthy hands to slap the dinner table and i rush to clean the shattered plates.
don’t hurt me,
be gentle,
don’t make me smaller.
make me smaller,
make me writhe,
make me smaller,
quieter, less of a burden.
be responsive,
make me spill.
i need a friend.
the panic has large hands that choke me,
has a large frame to push me deep
and never lift me out.
though, i will not make do with violence,
i am not silent when it comes to love that festers.
need a friend?
the breaths i take will be for you.
the day is wicked
and you are so tender,
i would like this meal to be filling,
i would like you to stay a while.

this is the institution of my heart.
this is the institution of my heart.
this is the institution
this is the institution of my heaaaaaart

it's starting to look like
this whole thing's
just gonna fall apart

but we do this anyway.

with schools and courthouses,
banks and parks.

almost made a correction
owed to stubborn insurrection
almost changed, "we"
to "they"

if you find me with an opened throat
if you meet me in a tattered coat
find the warmth left in my body
find that warmth left in my body
and call it ours,
call it ours.