Sunday, May 28, 2017

You Can Thank Pirates

Wild standards: the
community as plight, as
the system and function
detests system,
and function,
as
running water is
potable freedom
in a
privilege,
as words
saying words
is just
words again,
and not so
just.

Poem e quals equinox
or righteous solstice
or something
in the earth
or without
people, anyone.

Words are pastoral
perplexity
while people
people
in the time
they have.

Wordless
or not
the going
on.

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