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Rolling Blackout

Rolling Blackout

A chorus of hanged men

Spoiled in dark bloom

Transmitting to armored ants marching

Through each other’s stinking waste

Writhing around in a pit 

Of shredded, hopeless hollered hosannas

Showing off their testicle dice

Swinging from the rearview:

 

The treadmill is powered by crusted thongs

 

In this humid axed death 

Memories fresh-frozen 

Ruler-wagging, muses’ wailings 

Dismemberings and summer flings 

Fired at the heavens 

 

Beers shot-gunned unwittingly

With social chauvinists and a slit throat

At the White House Correspondents’ Dinner

The ill-fated road trip running out of gas 

Pulled apart in a roadside diner under a starless sky

Withlibertyandjusticeforall

The Lullaby of Attila, or How I Learned to Stop Caring and Drop the Bomb

The Lullaby of Attila, or How I Learned to Stop Caring and Drop the Bomb

(Space) Race to the Bottom

(Space) Race to the Bottom