Transforming fragility
The center of
Moving
Breathing
Feeling
Life
Bewildered by mistaken
Wilderness
Broken in the backseat
While neon television sets
And an endless assortment of
Drugs
Take shotgun
Leather straps
Tied to the padded
Coffin cushion
And they call me
Prancing through the woods
In the dead hours of the morning
Naked laughter
Endless euphoria
They call me mad
Brandished by green caress
A child of god
Serving a lone soldier
This battle will surely be my last
Against marching, marching, marching
Drones, prioritizing
Without soul
Profiteering
Stripped clean
A big business shopping center
Passing along the tab
Until quack dilly oso
And it’s all over
Until then
I’m getting arrested
Inside Abercrombie
With sagging asshole
And flailing genitals