Written With Closed Eyes

someday we must quit hiding behind our temples
our stupid fucking manipulations
hearings and see that there's
a lot of scramble in this dimple
of the universe. I think
I find it hard to understand
that you can't see the same way
that I do

where do I go
must I go
must where, where must
come now and show me what I need to see
what is it I need to make this happen
must I be Raoul duke, and
suffer through
it all
the great horrible.
the great incredible
terrible
awful
my mind is rampant
and hurt
crusting away
bleeding delightfully

we shall soon open our hearts and minds
and tell each other how things really are.
we will be shocked
to find that we all say the same thing.

then we'll unify and greatly destroy the rwrongness.
what wrongness... the wrongness that
seeps outward
like a cowardly lion.
seeks to be away from the pride.
seeks to ruin what is correct with the world
seeks to spread hate and lie and deceit and
torture
seeks to strip her people
of the right to anything
the right to a comfort this country was founded on
limitless right
limitless right
with white powder and dope
drizzled onward and
toward the sky of many creations.

the plane floating nearby will be our
sacrifice and our
salvation in this
blue, blue place.
blue and red
blue and red
blue and red
like a pupil after this evening
so much liquor and hatred
so much temper and irrelevance.

This being said, I'm a human too.