Is it that important that we
Get off so easily
Every turn of a page
Every touch to a screen
Every look up from the highway
Church of metal plates
Reaping the damage
The patriotic cross
Sexual tension and rocket launchers
Men in caves with
Pizza slice hands
Spining the records
On diamond tipped needles
We scratch our way through
Another morning
Blue streaks and soft skin
On the backs of your calves
Little hairs that soften the lines
Like a hazy moon dance
Letting the crud pass easily
To the stomach
Extracting the nutrients from the waste
Gluing things back the wrong way
Stars over time will find there place
In any landscape
It’s okay
Beside the plastic
Beneth the walla of the crowd
Everything will find its place
Schwervon! 
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