anodyne brand

the popular strand, pageants, plutarchs
and bendable RAM. let them eat
something more in the sand
let them get nosh from the military band.

it's all sinking in, the silks and the shetls
caving in, making gin, run with cold metals
sickness and darkness and end tymes galore
and with this cold trillion we, gleeful, ignore.

the hindi in hiding, the bindi non toxic
the manic depriving, the photoshopped rocket
the broken jack breaking the broken jill down
uncharged batteries driving cars like a clown.

now time for withdrawal is drawing me near
a hermitage based on the chemise of fear
i wear it around some very special frenz
empires &, togas and mercedes benz.

collateral damage resides in the brains
of citizens inside the cold missile range
stuttering sharply, first right and then left
watching the toes get cut at the cleft

some of us fight, some of us cry
some of us just can't believe our eyes
some of us watch like a witness to death
and wonder when, then, comes our last breath.

live by it, die by it, that's just the karma
we've always known that here on the farm, a
circle of life, the reaping what's sown
time to eat all of the violence, home grown.