the moment you thought you could get away

with always being too engaged in work that

must be done he would do anyone’s laundry

most anything that might speak to fetish

is hardly news here in the Just Fuck Me Town

where we were dead sea travelers bending

down before all ancient texts you the prostitute

deity that lives in the crevices and the valleys

of death, dust, bone, the smell of shit of

armies

armies

armies

neolithic as rings and tits

your refusal to speak too much

hardly at all

in your silenced eye of disbelief

the tribunal is a witness stand

the stand itself

bearing the weight and the gravity

twigs for fires they would burn

u2

the stand is the paradigm and

the stand is the program and

you, draftsmen

such stands are expensive

as twigs for another man’s writ

atonement a desert of wooden

horses

reap the fruits of a bucket

2 piss in

thumbscrews

and the bed

you will talk, kid

you will want a piece of it

the galleys of slaves

not the slave for the weekend

thing, so lame, but slaves you will

see slaves on this ship you have

stowed away like the little

criminals who lived under bridges

in piles of coal and the very

sick thing about it is

most of this is real

the monsters get us

there are no fbi guys with

statistical analysis

machines armed

with nuclear reactors

that powered what

2B

a  horse a fucking horse

how dare you call me an asshole

do you see me carrying

sticks i would probably not

definitely complain loudly

to the manager whatthefuckever

this kid called me an asshole

and then Just Fuck Me it’s a

small speck of desert sand

delivered by the wind having

danced once with the

oblivion of having once been hanged

the wooden horse and the

whipping post were one and the same

my kingdom 4 a horse

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