Resistor
midnight in my head aching
from the news of hate
a moth on his oak
beaten by the green afternoon
cursing the wind
of our nothing-but-money lie
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Fearmongers
last night brought back
in the mouth of my fear
we are not rid of our trouble
our whole hate business
where a lie is true
it is so much rope
Disaster capitalism
come a reckoning
I think I shall be able
to profit off it
the plague increases still
but like a parliament not much concerned
we laugh to sleep
Lumbermen
in the raw timber
I see nothing of the hill
but ruins
what a dreadful thing it is
to look down the precipice
into a grave
board on board
men full of pillage making money
of some honest joy
Intemperate
like a blade carried in the teeth
my temper
not fit to go to bed with
if I hope to sleep
Out of sight, out of mind
fine fish
from a wretched dirty sea
we bought four
easily persuaded almost to anything
offer us love
but never science
wrong the poor but make me thankful
for being at ease
Touched
I have been touched in a coach
on a boat
in the street
how numb I am to it
that pernicious hand
the whore fit for no one
that he would have me be
Oaths
water of many places
these words come with arms
and damn us to remember
but not to be faithful
The great equalizer
in the city of the dead
the poor cannot have any bell
ring for them
we fear that public sand
fear being forced to lie there
like a little warren
The coming of spring
the cult of money would have
some other light at noon
stop the green
experiments of spring
and to take their place
a red meat world
Conviction
busy
I order an answer
full of ring and rage
a cold answer
an answer to stop
all future worlds from being
and no doubt in any
part of me after
a while
Crackdown
we must shut up shop
on a meat-dark night
business keeping us naked
in a rich city
having already spent
one year’s share of our fear
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