Vex these ghastly atoms!
Unlimited bread and circuses,
yes please, merci beaucoup,
and while we’re at it,
fuck you for your patience.
Transients all, we idle
in the abandoned schoolyard,
speaking terms nixed.
Talk about a mixed bag.
Later, and only later, I get my swelter on.
Time to push back against the blankets
keeping me distressed and warm.
All over getting dressed again.
A swallow of someone precious.
He loves me mostly for my specter,
passionate protector of all
that hammers the point home.
The moment where our gazes intertwine
is steadily, stealthily,
stupefyingly weaponized.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 