What is all this joy and justice

An Introduction to Non-Fascist Life

Stunning (a tumbling suntan, lanterns under my skin, come Sunday...

He stays worshiping. That's slang for running (running things), in uniform, entire mornings underwater) Oh captain, my captain I have never trusted you and now the rebellion is as fast as life

Both scoops of the parenthesis turn into slings and bend. An absolute. My sister is turning blue, in fact, the fee for water lit her soft blood to suffocations unknown to the podium but dumb enough to stand there submerged in its most limber rant: I am a constant soldier, an allday poet, and I will be king. Numb to gender, numb to nonsense, numb sincerity, wisdom works against us when it's for hire, too rigorous, too calm, too now that you're familiar with the diagrams: 8 is what the wheelbarrow does, 1 is us, 7 are the syllables missing from love and death and trust,4 to the left, the ones that keep us susceptible to contracts (like) marriage and music, there he is, the unnamed authority of the unexpected showing up while we clap with crime scene gloves on, suspicious, glad, fingerprints, clasp-prints, uneven headshots, belligerent leisure, a product of the truth, a threat to the truth, and then there were 2, it was too distracting, being understood was way too distracting