Poètess Maudite and Glass House

Poètess Maudite and Glass House



Staring at the Ocean
waiting for the

tSunami

at One of the Windows
of the

Glass House

Which of my Values would I have to give up
for the

Glass House?


My Loves Never had those Values

that is why they are my Loves

Now, let me build it for them


I turn from the Window

I leave the Glass House
behind

I drive along the Shore in a
BMW

I know they catch Fools

Other Fools go Mad

Fools who are Wrong

I go to Bed Every Night
knowing Fools

Fools don’t know a Thing

Not like me



Why don’t we
do SomeThing?

Why doesn’t the Government
do SomeThing?

We are the Government

To save Face

Do it while you have a Face to save
Lady

Black Bloc swarms
the Face

God

We are Ants

All of us

( eSpecially them )

Dare me

and say Hello to my
Glove Compartment

say Hello
to the Barrel
of my
Will



Look at me

surrounded by
Physical Love
and
Mechanical Love

You know that Song by Bjork?

You will be

given

You have to

trust it


Any Number of Days I spend driving through
subUrbs

thinking about Swingers and
Teetotalers

thinking about Boarded-up
Hotels

Anarkists watching from the
Balconies

thinking about Guns and
Narco States

thinking about Guidos and Women with Big Thighs who
fuck them
Silly


My Life is a Porn Film

EveryOne is a Bad Actor

If this were a Porn Film
EveryOne would be a
Great Actor


These Laws are BullShit

I need a Lawyer who loves me

I need SixTeen Million Lawyers
who love me

I need a Populace to
xalt me

or I am going to cry like when I was a TeenAger

sobbing and beating the Ground with my Fists


I hate the Government


And this
is a Columbian
Song


These Songs of Freedom


You have to


trust it


Leave me be

or we’ll see

the EarthQuakes

shake

and rattle

the Ground

beneath

the Feet

of Saints






Sound recorded, Video shot and composed by jody franklin

Gonzales Bay / Vic. City / BC / Coast Salish / CA / TiL

LLWAM