A badger meets a snake,
in a field.
A laugh,
A confession,
A goodbye.
The wind blows all the same.

Better luck next time,
Until then take aim
At what’s lost in their budget cut’s
Capital gain
Isn’t merely our livelihoods’,
Neighborhoods’
Bane
It’s the state of our
Nationhood’s
Skin in the game
So play yours
To its strengths
Make your mark
More precisely
Be it
With a ballot
Or bullet
Politely
Propelled from the chamber
But echoing
Kansas
Still bleeding
Its greeting
Sic semper tyrannus

The sun impresses fire into my being.
And.
I want to steal it.
And bury it deep.
In Tyrannus' depth.

I walked among the funeral pyres.
Caked in the dust of so many dead.
Things.
And.
On the horizon is coming autumn.
In the air is stinging winter.

How many cycles left?
How many austerities.
Til I break through.

To the Gods and spirits.
And, offer my taboo trickster spirit.

Some blood.

From a sacrificial offering.