BOX SEAT
“innocents raped
with napalm fire”
King Crimson
it is out of the box now
too big for the box
volcanic pressure
and we see it for what it is
so blunted and stunted and
yet we
still recognize
the evil
for all that they
have drained from us
it is still unmistakable
to see it for what it is
we needed to break with you
destroy
the peversity of all
that cultivated trust
and so
dissonance, discordance,
stuff so
atonal
multilayered, structure
of the labyrinth
architecture of
mind prison scryed
through a prism
the music was out there
prophetic
waiting for us
to catch up
poems 2 die for 