No Team In I


Prepare for trouble.

under exacting forms / contracts

of heresy

where spirits

confide in faintest hearts

tightening, silencing, confounding.

pro-paranoia

in a pickle,

jarred.

*

Make that double.

no more partial revolutions.

death to phenomenon

of

‘that’s what people do’

recognizable                            reputation

changes with

the season.

as the shadow of death adjusts with the sun.

oh hero

how lonely the valley is alone

but unbeatable if together,

indivisible,

on display

united. never fronting.

on the real

upwards

from the plague that raised some

distant from gold

on streets broken – at fault –

falsified.

relying on the testimony

of asphalt for freedom

from catching a case

which is more deadly than

the feelings which caught

will pass

as diseases do

with time

or death.

*

To protect the world from devastation!

cold war left sweat stains on the ghetto,

thawed out in sands and mountains

halfway around the globe.

what is there for defense

besides a sigh and hashtag?

how pure does a policy want to be

before it dies

on the grandstand?

– a parasite feasting

on dreams

always on the mind,

holding

thoughts

at determined

length.

*

To unite all peoples within our nation.

never forgetting solidity

of Pangaea

past solidarity –

so old it’s

no longer familiar

other than as

blood memories

among

siblings scattered

scrambling for milk.

*

To denounce the evils of truth and love.

game is fixed. rigged. house made

its own set of rules

subject to change

as subjects change.

don’t count on karma,

beg for blessings.

*

To extend our reach to the stars above.

where only serenity is complete

in emptiness, cold,

no gravity

of any sort

to drag

a situation

to extremes.

high as meaningless as low –

coming down

impossible

but the rush didn’t do much

for getting away

anyway

where wishes vaporize

into gas and light

set planets ablaze in life

starting the cycle that

the hopes of these hands

refuse.

*

Blast off at the speed of light.

drink past closing time. past full.

take glory in the slowness of the night

while fantasies fix their engines

set course,

set sights,

load guns –

Surrender now

lose compromise

Or prepare

cast negotiations aside

To fight!

may fortune favor the ridiculous.

That’s right.

and add chorus to the cheers of the home team

– ROCKET

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