by Travis Mateer

your politic and game-board mind is not a thing I seek to play no peek-a-boo you motherfuckers will soften up your death-door days let's take Francis in his jeep Cherokees, they are not cheap neither is cop 1,2,3 and 4,5,6 for disorderly! Francis Fidler, what's that sound? it's what happens when you fuck around your eyes all crazed with booze and meth smile, Francis, your mugshot best finding out is so much fun! like the badges who play with guns politics, it ain't the same with Sheriffs playing voter games sit back, kids, let's watch a show Ozarks if you're in the know redneck shorelines a risky sell when you're pitching to cartels Christian warriors on your rump fitting white hats onto Trump stop proselytizing Q, the kids are hiding under pews, or running to the peacock flair of pecking birds with feather hair story time is now a war with Saturn closely keeping score electric ether, Tesla knew no more time break--rabbits chew through each other when skies collapse fuck this program, our power naps will charge intention to respond Diana laughs then kills the swans carefully placed and colored black to keep her breath from coming back sorry, necromancing rats love is soul and heart has won we are simply down here waiting for you to realize you're done