An Innocent Beside My Laughter

it is cold; ill informed. one darkness of home.

there is a theme that is there

in fact it is everywhere

like dogs fighting cats

like black against white

lord against lord

man versus man

()

re stated

the fear of "the other"

of the "not right"

of the mother from another cupboard

the n****r theme that's been dwelling

the cracker honky response in the making

do a long line of failings

retroactively assailing differences

privileged lives matter

get it right

the folk's who deserves punching's

span the spectrums

....

ever been abrubtly interupted?

by way of irrational destruction

i call it, "in very small letters"

"we allow ownership...."

the shield of corruption! (exclamation point)

ah... never mind; I've already lost interest

myself i distract me

with the voice of an angel

with the cod piece of tom sawyer

let us speak of John Appleseed

the repetitive, the very ancient

end this speak on essence beside myth

(the f*****g sith)

the industrious eye for the great fear

alienate this at your own peril

borne of ruin and exageration

the misuser

mr John Apple-whatever

....these f*****g interruptions are untenable

....

in white powder or maybe crashed towers

professional trolling

disembodied terror without fearing life?

is that even possible?

to have any idea

(unabashed carnage; the spirit of terror)

 - have you any idea?

who is more capable?

Have you dined off me before?

My blood is rich and delicious

(leave no tip

let's play hide the tip)

abruptly...  interrupted

these are the crusader times

welcome back

we was never home

we do never

(not even the dead)

get to go home

Author's Note