necks

our necks are on the line
for our
roustabout politics
demotic art
scarred and willful affairs

but in a morning from a reagan movie
we refuse to give up

we open doors and toss
condoms into the yard
watch the cameras flash
we open doors and toss
the empty baggie into the yard
watch the dogs attack

we could run for hours with such dogs behind us

if men can kiss men in public
and settle into the unseen cross hairs
they shall
if amazon women can do the same with amazon women
they shall
this is the manifesto of the wrongful life

we will wake up and put the fear of no god
into them
we will hold a rave for jesus
offer a novel approach to public oral sexual favors
but never grant a lobbyist access

i will personally drop and give a thousand petals
of some flower no one recalls the name of
even though it grows everywhere

push back
stretch your neck out
paint the line on it for them
paint it in the brightest color you can find
let the sword fall
we are better off headless in the presence
of such talk as they offer

and lover i will wake up and see you
regardless of where my eyes are turned
this is the nature of this war
that our soldiers live grander lives
than the enemy army does

because our lives are the weapon we have chosen