in the halogen & eerie glow
of nearly-dark- &-yet
your open mouth drips
thick unyielding slow
breath & chest rise up
to reach a credal
flow of murky gel psychic secretions
leaking from a face
then sinking
like an angel corpse
hole- ridden as a piece
of lace.
i watch transfixed
you slumber
peaceful unaware of war
salivating hungry
hanging in the air-
-the feds
just thread a tube through the hole
inside my cheek to measure
my desire for a baby
a vacation on the beach
stability
like the rise
and fall of nations
arbitrary blobs
arbitrary masses
forming arbitrary mobs
fumbling for a trigger
their rhetoric a bell
claiming you can hear
your people scream inside
an empty shell.
it is only an ocean of blood
cooling burnt out
burning brains,
(we dream & drool & twitch)
too tired or too high
to fight such deep &
groovy grains.
Apparently Pavlov made holes in dog cheeks to measure more accurately their saliva output.
Lava lamps were all the rage at the same time thousands of young men were dying seemingly for no reason.
Maybe most of our hatred and distrust (and love?) is far more conditioned than it feels, at least the outworking or the who-and-where of it.
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