Tag Archives: doublethink

What’s the difference between a poet and a terrorist

Sir, you’re going to have to come with us

look up down the aisle
    headphones off
notebook closed
    thick men in outfits
with intent faces
    all eyes on me

the poems

I scoot past
    The Bitch
and realize
    I’m being removed
from the plane

you shouldn’t say it
    you should just stop
go to sleep
    forget it ever happened

in the weirdshaped chair
    eating a fuji apple
should we let him do that
    why did you leave this behind
every agency in the proximity
    swarmed like vultures
with ear pieces
    making everyone wait
while they searched
    and found nothing

I was flying to New York
    it was after, you know,
you remember, don’t you

We just need to make sure
    this plane makes it safe

I just wish
    they read
the one
    I threw away

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The state of Jefferson (Backroad bumpersticker remix)

               Nobody told them
      all of the republicans
               and democrats
                                                  were dead

how were they to know
                                                  they’d been split
right down the middle
                                                  by goo

I remember this last time
         the archetypes of hope
     the distraction and resolution
already decided

what else is there to say
                 once you see it
                                  there it
                                is

                                no one wins
who plays this game
                           spray it down
with hypochlorite

      it’s no wonder
            some go mad
                                                       aren’t you
I know I am

     it was as simple as
                      whoever controls the plaintext
                         voting machines
                 controls history itself

                we got to see this happen
        you and I
                behind the scenes
                               when no one was awake

she’ll be the first
                                            to press her silver
                  squidbutton
                                              on an oval stage

                99 flowers
                                                            hanging
          in rows
                                 from the walls

It goes both ways

You think what you don’t know
or can’t see
doesn’t matter
or doesn’t apply to you
and this is precisely what
they’re using against you

A ceaseless sorting famish lurks
in the billion dollar background radiation

But I’m not doing anything wrong

is wrong by default

Some relic of truth is buried daily
under mounds of fecundous lies
and who is going to teach you
how to sharpen your eyes?

They call it smart
because it isn’t—

It’s what you do,
It’s how you do it—

Oh— they think they own us
but data’s not the soul

All they have
is what we give

All they have
is what we give