Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and the Incandescent Must Win - Part 1

Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and The Incandescent Must Win (part 1) By: J.R. Wren A wilting flower and a blade of grass No presumptions of the way things ought to be Feeding plenty on light through a tinted glass Patiently waiting and resting in what it means to be free “Steal, Steal, Steal. Make it up and patch it. Feel. Feel Feel. Facts don’t matter and from all myth gleans. Reel. Reel. Reel. Fish it in and match it. Lies from the lounge and drunken dither. -- Our ends will justify the means!” Knowledge of privilege and equity to learn Servers, red phones, and Benghazi aflame Crossbones, Chicago, Philly and -- -- Her turn! “She will win! She will win!” Crumpling papers did proclaim Deep, deep, deep. In plain sight -- a hidden gate “He doesn’t win. Right? -- -- Right? ---Isn’t that right? Steep, steep. Drip from a leaking deep state What's fusion? It's cash stowed in the store late into the night A wilting flower and that blade of grass May not have thoughts of what ought to be But the Deep aim to crash through lids of glass The steady, sure swap of twenty-one to rid of sovereign - ty “Steal. Steal. Steal. Lick it up and stamp it. Feel. Feel. Feel. Feed the Feds and nothing of the Deep careens ‘Real. Real. It’s real!’" TALL thinks FISA won’t catch it. “Checked (not checked) but might be confirmed!” And the judges are part of the means They say “check your privilege” and “equity’s sublime.” But the phone kept ringing and a message was left Equality and equity can’t be done at the same time Not by the color of my skin, but a perfect dream left bereft A blooming rose and a patch of grass And a new child doesn’t carry what the elders see Feeding plenty on light with no prejudice of gold or brass Seeing no difference between daffodil or lily Hare over turtle “and beware the snitching fox!" “Feel, feel,feel for all our shadow’s past." A broken doll in an empty box. Lemon spiel and Meadow’s blast An abrasive sponge and a bottle of bleach Fluorescent morgue lighting - “ask for their consent! The clinical culture is calculated for all and for each” Ballots appear. Nanny will fear. “And soon we’ll get you out of that tent.”