Allow me to arrange all this
so that it defies comprehension.
We come unto apprehension
with a plate of cold.
Heartbeats melting, discrete
and excreting a liquid hum.
And then I shouted “Crab feathers!”
into the tether ball court of a bandaged lampoon.
Sliding spoons. Up the walkers!
Up the fantastique! Them guts
get guzzled. Before you can deconstruct
an oppressive structure, you must first
deconstruct the language that upholds it.
I threw a noose and she half-assed it.
Took the trash to the talk box.
And… And… Cokes the joke,
smallpox on the horizon.
A mercurial purgatory.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 