Political Howl Poems

  Rocks and streams from pebbled ruins,
  Makes my feet moan and groan.
  Water rushing,
  Never flushing the dirt from years...

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Whispering women,
  Away from their men,
  Often come up with a much better end.
  War is something we all understand,
  We...

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Oh, say can you see,
  All the dead by the sea?
  What so proudly we hailed,
  Now we put them in jail!
...

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Black Hotel
Immortal fear, 
blind rage appears on black rock… 

How does it rise along on a lonely beach?
…an outcrop of the night!

A black hotel looms...

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A chrome gun glittering 
in the hot sun raise, rays radiating 
like a heliographic rainbow,
drawn from shimmering halos 
of inferno light, hot.

White smoke from a...

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We dream of rain... 
And the mystery of the gun
We bold hold and driven apart 
Kill the king when lovers depart
We dream of rain and...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet...

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ASSAULT 
I feel the light assault my tender optics. 
I see the elections flow and ebb. 
The particles of reality assault my mind. 
Can you...

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DISCORD
All is not at rest in the halls of the dead. 
In the fields were we roam. Something sits, waits, bides its time. 
Tell me...

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...streets; shotguns and ink.
the shotgun cracks the night,
locked within
the seed of death, dark.
the streets are frozen in space...
barren in time.
the wind causes the leaves to...

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It was always for the dyeing.
See the amazing 
two headed asexual 
gang of socialite housewives 
revealed on prime time
for their anti-social media 
love for handguns...

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A reapers machine
hot white harvest 
bone dry land
years have been spent 
driving this reapers machine 
Across desolate lands
Shifting oblivion sands 
Of some mad American empire
Insanity...

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It's really not about toppling statues of evil
or burning books about malice and hate
if we were to leave only things of purity
there would be nothing...

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Home of free and brave
Submissively digs own grave
Tarts ripped-off by Knave...

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I hear their almighty roar!
Lions pontificating on the Senate floor.
I see wolves prowling the House chamber;
Howling to create a national anger;
Media circus masters have them...

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