ALL WEALTH IS STOLEN WEALTH

The future is noun

Is verb Nothing

to be happy about Everything

to live for The ego

asserting itself through

resistance

Those of us who cling

to words for meaning

Seagulls perched

on the ruins of ancient cities

An almost new

set of dreams

THE ZOMBIES ARE THE GOVERNMENT

Catharsis is motion

The control we have

is destruction

Particular potatoes of time

Can you hear how quiet

I’m trying to be

Trillions of galaxies distributed almost

uniformly through space Balance

over hierarchy Words acting

as placeholders

until better

ones come along