How to Draw a Guillotine

this tuesday I’m voting for the sun

knowing full well

how it will turn out

another day

another body count

honestly

my enemies are anything

keeping me from sleep

birth and death are the same

I am perfect except

when I am awake

truly detached and

writing in the dark

reciting decapitation arias

from the balcony AMERIKA

it’s time to shit

or have the pot

violently pulled out

from beneath you

like the blade set free

from everything but gravity

that which is coming

cannot be stopped

unceded land reclaimed

by oceans of unquenchable thirst

bloated beach glass

number the clock hands

metastisizing

they claim this coastline

is dead men walking

claim to have burned the temple

to meet god AMERIKA

how many more artists

must hang themselves

in single room occupancies

before we begin beheading?

before you call your doctor

and confess?

it ain’t the apples

it’s the tree

what hideousness lay

still beneath their branches

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