when orchids
grow wild
among forgotten land mines
when children sing of enemy mutilation
as sweet stuffed bears sit
on their neat beds
when nice ladies at the restaurant
whisper stinkhearted
about those people at the next table
when at least one of those nice ladies
owns a pink revolver and dreams now and then
of a home invasion that will give her an excuse
when that lovely blue sea
hides brown sea bed and red blood
hides terminally blue whales
when outrage easily tagged for sale
is easily diverted and easily unfocused
till it’s time to put us to bed
we are trained for contradiction
for losing the last truth in the next lie
how are we still surprised
when wherever we go
evil perches bloodied and unruffled
upon the left hand of good
Dark Matter 
March 16th, 2013 at 10:14 am
this poem woke me up. like, i’m sitting here, groggy and reading the open tabs from last night, and this all shows up like, “hey, here, have some dopamine! good morning mr. max!”
March 16th, 2013 at 11:46 am
Rise and shine, sleepyheads.