Zero is not an absolute.
I have seen worlds open inside her circular form--
the expansion and contraction of edges, curved
longings curbed: suppressed then exposed--
everything we've wished for in our beds.

Zero has infinite chance--
ringed and rung out-- sung and restrung
her points connected positive and negative glued and preserved
presorted for our convenience.

There is nothing convenient in the sputter of our silences
we spit and bite, tender nothing
solicitous starvation.
Our sympathetic matter of course.

Zero is not nothing.
She's bigger than comprehension--
compensation
and competition
Zero teaches us:
What alone could be
If we alone, weren't one.

Only later I could
play without acting
play the leading role
in my life, my destiny

presorted or coincidental
bad luck on the inside
of my desirable body
loved

without lasting interest
in me, my presence
my desirous spirit
that lay awake

from them, their dreams
which I could not follow
which spurned me
afraid

of the effort that it takes
to change and
not to continue to press
the bruises

Gas lit grassroots
**** so thick
gotta wear muck boots
to walk in your America
We suffer your hysteria

Every time a poll opens
amber waves whitewash wavering
opinions on old, dusty musty issues
with presorted used tissues
and a brown paper bag
to make the rotten fruit taste that much sweeter

And you rob us
You bend us over with a power tie
and some brand new pant suit
but the flag on your lapel is a lie
and you couldn't cough up
a first of the month bill toss up
If somebody kicked your kid's ***
out of private school for low fundage

And yet
Here
You
Are
Again
on your stump with your hand out
looking for another term
to fill your bank account
as you scoff at a grand
in my hand
like it was just dust
in the wind from your lungs
Hot air
Rotten
Rancid
It's disgusting the way you whisper acid
into our ears
every two to four years

You've still got your hands in our pockets
but nobody ever gets a happy ending
do they, Mr congressman?
Do they, Mrs congresswoman?
You split us down the middle
Perfectly parted partisan propaganda
Party lines
Party lies
You're all the same vampires
You're all the same tar pit trap
with a worm at the bottom hungry
for favorable public opinion

about how it's acceptable to **** us
over and over again

Please sir, may I have another?
Excuse me Mrs, may I please
cut the grass at the border?
Can we watch
willingly or not
for an example of how to accomplish nothing
and get paid for it?
Uncle and aunt touchy need their hands chopped off
and I need an endless flow of cold beer
to drink the pain away year after year

Just a hypothetical
but wouldn't it be beneficial
if the government were suffocated by pillows
in our sleep?