by Zach Dafoe
Dianetics :
fake sweeteners' faith for diabetics
saccharine and hollow
following and tumbling after
brave men to eat a labyrinth
sold cardboard insurance disasters
gun-running is in my blood
but I've never sold with a smile
ravenous as a cult following
leaden-mired and wallowing
for the right to wear hearts
cyclical-actioned
beared on sleeves
and my departed leave none bereaved
only but incensed:
chasing picket lines, riots
on a white picket fence
measuring back yards of other nations
meandering debates
to keep the wolves of thought at bay
from our own
and here we are again
thumbs in lockets
faces stomped in
lives snuffed out
springs and sprockets
playing Russian roulette in hindsight
'he was always a little off'
school counseling funds
switching prescriptions, looking up
to a mandatory god
switchblading pieces
spared by the spoiled rod
rewrite that thesis
behavioral psych:
'see the signs, don't have the funding'
number stamped and pushed over another year
squished down and crumpled up
drip fed movies and monster trucks
heroes blasting down the vile
swallow back the blood and bile
stomping thru crime scenes with that old trusty second amendment friend:
the waiting, easy solution to every problem in the world
sold on lower counters , easier to reach
than the end of a debate.
