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Daisy Chains

3/4/2018

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Shit. I’m alive
     in a time
          when my
     – brothers –
     – sisters –
     – my human siblings –
     – and I –
          are rallying
          and raising a cry
                up to the high heavens
                that we just want a little respite
                a taste of some nectar
                                   some exilir
                                   some juice
                     to – jesus fucking christ –
                                    just get us through
                     ‘cause we’re caught in an era
                                                                        an epoch
                                                                        of false truths
                                                                        and bloated orange dudes
                                                                        screaming from golden shitters
                                                                        about alternative facts
                                                                                and fake news.
 
We marched after the election
                                     the inauguration
                                     and a year later
                                     we want to see some goddamn consternation
                                                from folks high up
                                                in their stadium seats of privilege
                                                who run home
                                                to cuddle their guns
                                                with an urgency
                                                only found in the wake of dead kids.
 
In a poem
     I’ll tell you that
                WORDS AIN’T ENOUGH
                when our halls and
                     our walls
                                are scrawled – splattered – with the blood
                                      of slain children
                                                felled by dominant white male ideology
                                                facilitated by guns.
 
We are well past daisy chains –
     We are fucking taking names.  

February 27, 2018
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