she was sorting her brothers socks and folding underwear patterned with horses and rockets when her mother appeared in the doorway and said touch my breast and then got sick and better and pregnant with more boy and more laundry she never got over the lump her pregnancies were tumors so she went on the road to Pennsylvania and then Cuba where there would be no anesthesia excited by what her body could do she became flesh and a hot knife and threw a party after each one
friend, how did you wind up at the end of a barrel? I was a young man out on a run I was telling stories in my mother tongue at work oh, at school what happened to make you the form of betrayal we are shot through friend, what were you thinking when you pressed the trigger? look at all they get away with my disease of despair red ants on fire boomerang roosters coming home friend, what makes you so easy to shoot?
the vultures are kept up all night by the howl of the wind by the creak & the groan of the tower as it sways with the weight of their exploits garbage drops a thousand feet in a glass elevator a maid mops up a weird flood trapped in a cloud with a view so very far above the park she cannot see it
young man on the edge of the floor at studio 54 where the girls dance in sea foam synthetic silks circled by men in iridescent suits no need to feel down a baby in the round the building of a tower tenants swimming in cold water the voices in his head recall a time of expensive hamburgers opulence and AIDS just before teenage boys dissolve into the ink of The Daily News young man cemented in 1982 gloria is just a girl and she says everybody wants you hangin' on a line
Ashli Babbitt climbs a suicide extinguisher frienemy ripples the surface of a year Ashli Babbitt drives shouldering stories in her sack freedom persecution the border is a mess Ashli Babbitt dives backwards reality is a lie Dark to light! God knows, god sees and he is incoming!
my heart goes out looking found a passion salacious gossip honor and accusations against me the promise of our future make no mistake you are the backbone let us remember you are the people who turn to violence make the United States of America what it is
Chickens, with their heads cut off. boxes chorus: Fight! Fight! Fight! guts guts guts He fights, and I’ll tell you. He has the absolute right to do it. They want it back. the happiest people extraordinary love, amazing movement Chorus: Love! Love! Love! Flip those cameras and look behind you. monuments gathered together out there fighting the House. You’re the real people. America last. Unbelievable, what we go through. primary hell China virus and scam brazen and outrageous never been anything like this. evening or early in the morning boom, these explosions of bullshit, all of a sudden. Who was the victor? He got slaughtered probably, maybe it was okay. dirty business let everyone flow in flow in Our brightest days are before us, our greatest achievements still wait. Something’s wrong here. Something’s really wrong. So let’s walk down Pennsylvania Avenue.
I know your pain I know your hurt It was stolen from us You have to go home now We have to have peace We have to have law order time a thing happened have to have anybody hurt see what happens they could take it away so bad the way others are so bad and so evil I know your hurt I know your pain I know your hurt go home great people
the nurse got better then had a stroke she reached for a friend who died of something else and then a lover, an uncle a neighbor, a teacher I'm so sorry she said I wish I could be there but I can't.
what's the word for this gathering air damp with their breath defiant thrust of naked chin what they know they keep folded up in wallets the exercise of a right a liberty and shame