Faces Fear

Looking at you is like

running across a Field

in a World

Devoid of Other People



the Male and Female

Generals

of Gothic

Armies

meeting
in a Tent

to make Love
for Peace
among Nations


a Rumor spread
about me


News Broadcasts

flashing by

screaming

Devastation


a Mythological
Story
about a Witch
at the End
of a Road


the Tiny
Billion
Probes
of the Machine

touching me

Endlessly


a Heroin Injection
for a

Birthday Party


the Decay of Leaves
that Once grew and
blew

Free


a Solar Flare that
obliterates

my Proud

Entity


a Pile of Maggots

squirming
in my

Stomach


watching my House
go up
in Flames
against a Black Sky


the Field of Some Place


Hope giggling in Pandora’s Ear


A Little Devil jumping
in Puddles


I want
to return
to the Arms
of my
Parents

and I'd hate
you
for it

but I can't







I love you so Fucking Much

Would you like to Wage War?

Would you like
to
wage War?



I would



Not the Kind
where
People die


but the Kind
in
our Minds



Words

our

Soldiers


our Tongues will

engage


Bodies

our

inFantry


ordered by
the Lieutenants

our Wits


we'll launch


Bullets


from
our

Hearts


Only to

recognize

we’re

a Match


Our Constituents

will rebel


and we'll be forced to

cease Fire


sit

Armour disCarded


admit


what we want


is the Other


and hand it over


in Condolence


and Prize