for the diary of an inconsequential justice department…

the brown bag prophet
was holding up
a sign
that read
fear not nra
given
there are
alternative meanings
i asked him
do you
mean
we should not
fear
the nra
or
that
the nra
should not
fear
the
latter
the prophet
said
because
they’ll lose
their
bump stocks
but
keep their
m16’s
so
we’ll all
have to continue
to
fear them
and
the murders
they
co-sponsor

dinner invitation…

there’s an extra space
at our dinner table now
so when you’re in town
senator seeking handouts
stop in parkland florida

the harvest…

simple
farming principles
regardless
of
species
or
location
weeding
is an important
control method
to
facilitate
the course
of
growth
and
to keep
the yields high
allowing
for
increased profits
for
corporate
and
corporate sponsored
individuals
thus
economic advantage
requires
that
social sacrifice
be made
the
public
must
recall
market shares
are
proportional
and
a strong presence
in
government agencies
can
negate
events
like
sandy hook
las vegas
and
florida

death by denial…

when
a weapon
is pressed tight
against
your skull
and
you smell
the cold metal
tell me
once again
guns don’t kill
people
do
when
it
is your
innocent child
lying in a grave
whose body
has been
pierced
like
christ
tell
me
once again
those
paid for
words
guns
don’t kill
people
do
for
when
you lie
upon death’s bed
your
blood money
flowing
from
a gunshot wound
i shall
repeat
to you
guns
don’t kill
people
do
but
shall
also ask
would you
like
some tea
or
perhaps
a prayer

cadet bone spurs’ dynasty…

an army
of
terracotta senators
and
representatives
line
the tomb
of
america’s freedom
a catacomb
hermetically sealed
from
the needs
of
the nation
and
its people
these protectors
of
just us
stand guard
over
washington’s necropolis
of
marble halls
parks
statues
and
wood panelled offices
their lacquered words
covering
red
white
and
blue
patriotic paint
can curl
in
fifteen seconds
once
exposed to
corporate donations
and
can flake off
in
just minutes
after
an election
their
covetous emperor
lies
in
his own
pit
with
a rickety
entry way door
carved
with
a crescent moon

last moments before…

dried blood on old stones
foreign pathway now re-paved
history concealed
but still leading a nation
to gas chambers for freedom

neo-babylonian walls …

these walls are not firm
they’re built with honor’s promises
freedom’s building stones
mortared just by history
and history’s forgotten