The abstraction of form is more important than the abstraction of politics
It was hard to avoid the spill,
the kill, the stillness touched me
the thought pierced me
the body attracted my eye
to die, and why is all we ask
we look back on the past
how could this be done?
wasn’t the war won?
who do we point our finger at?
a bat, the fat who fly away loved
and suck our blood
i thought the times were healthy
the wealthy, the filthy, still exist?
what the fuck is this?
who said it was ok?
what have i left to say?
Its elegant how fucked up the world is.
Shit East Coast Longboarders say
I had to stop my words,
hide and always act so sure.
Make the hard line a blur,
and somehow create my own cure.