WAR IS HERE
Every star is a diamond
Every night a looking glass
Wet roads
Glass road
Turn right
Turn left
Drive straight through
Any good hand will take you home
I assume most of you have never seen real war
Except within yourselves
Butterflies in the stomach
It will not equal lain or the slain
Mountains smashed like potatoes
Humans crushed like grapes and olives
Juices and oils just as commodity
Canvases smeared with pigment
O the joy of being alive
Sniff up yar mucus of the evening
Daily swell of covid
Cough the rhetoric
Love and love and love
Your strength is required
Maybe a light upon the yard
A third of a century ago
I am no longer a child
Who are the children now?
Swagger in the swash
O my luscious fruit
Washed from my hands
Torrents of water claiming you
Eye piecing
Go forth and suffer the world
RDS
THE SECOND
Every star is a diamond
Every night a looking glass
Wet roads
Glass road
Turn right
Turn left
Drive straight through
Any good hand will take you home
I assume most of you have never seen real war
Except within yourselves
Butterflies in the stomach
It will not equal lain or the slain
Mountains smashed like potatoes
Humans crushed like grapes and olives
Juices and oils just as commodity
Canvases smeared with pigment
O the joy of being alive
Sniff up yar mucus of the evening
Daily swell of covid
Cough the rhetoric
Love and love and love
Your strength is required
Maybe a light upon the yard
A third of a century ago
I am no longer a child
Who are the children now?
Swagger in the swash
O my luscious fruit
Washed from my hands
Torrents of water claiming you
Eye piecing
Go forth and suffer the world
RDS
THE SECOND
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