there's been bleach on my breath for over a week.
Why are all my heroes killers?
why do they shuffle off and muster for the military industrial complex?
where is this taste coming from,
thick white mucous on my gums,
bangs against my chest,
invades my lungs,
why with all this faceless, remorseless death?
why now those black marching boots? I don't get it.
who is poisoning who?
I do live in washington dc. I know.
I listen to the radio taps at night. I sleep with the window open.
the bells and the highway and the graves sneak in.
why can't I know what's going on?
why is money human but human isn't the same?
there's been bleach on my breath in an effort to hide the blood.