PANIC LITE.
moral panic
Janet!
something in your pants
something wriggling
in your panties
threatening every
aspect of your identity
have to go
airtight, watertight
totally clamp down
if no one can
breathe
how do you hope
to
however can
you expect to
guide the world
to the light
(nothing we fear
more than your light)
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moral
panic, Janet!
let’s not forget
those who began it
AFTER THE RAINS
after the rains
the grass grew high everywhere
swamped the farm gate so
you can barely see it from the road
which is
frankly reassuring
helps me to feel
I am adequately camouflaged
as I coil up on the bed
communing with my snake self
at peace and in contempt
of all those
evil men of the North
desperately insecure in
their hemisphere of rage, fundamental
scheme of violence
with their drones and devices
submarine delivered nukes and
uranium depleted
ammunition
at the core
of their true being
oh good seed bad seed
such vagaries in our condition
spread thoughout the cosmos
I might believe
zero
to infinity
yes and now your hear me
how could not find me out, search
hard
for me
feeling that the rains the mounting grass
will hide me, save me
in the lack of all basic state
of the art
otherworldly surveillance
and, of course, deterrence
secret
serpent can sleep
at least
ABOUT
so South is heading North
turning
things
around
the globe
in your bedroom
best turn it
upside down
South on
the Equator
giving its all
all that it takes
dreaming
a new vision
no more
Northern mistakes
so
South
heading North
simple
replacement;
this what it about
poems 2 die for