I’m not asking you to play Cleopatra and Liberace that act is too bulky and very cynical worldly people might even think you’re joking or lift your armor looking for armor and even find it along with some bullet dimples I just love what a mouth does in rain his face after the arraignment his wrists after the shackles, so soft so swollen and cold roadless blue eroding and the baby crawling across the alphabet we made that from the center of the trap we built this life It’s just way more eloquent than anything to let yourself smile about it the market would call your enjoyment meaningless but say it with me all these captains of industry are thieves! and today we took a walk and laughed erratically at the damp lenient scene, the chemtrails touched like rainbows, hugging, posing vibrantly for the conspiracists rubbing the sky with their filth He asked why isn’t that water beneath us moving? And we laughed all over again, heavier, more sorrowful. It’s a toxic waste dump, all the sludge is rooting it down like anchors and husbands, I explained, and we kept laughing uncontrollably as we walked the needling water
