FIXES LIKE THE ANGEL OF HELL

FIXES LIKE THE ANGEL OF HELL
Delegating the pencil
to the crapper, the tweets
and hawks took over obliterating
justice in favor of the correct
There were no proofreaders and
spellcheckers and the pawns
thought they could hump kings
and that’s ridiculous and they
ran stop signs and that was fun
and they popped locks and
snapped shots and posed much
but it made them obvious
and they ended in the cages and
were convinced that they were
in the cages and they didn’t get
out they didn’t
get out and they didn’t get off
But they could have
If the concentration had been more like
The truth
My memory of you looking out the window at the beauty
And walking off into the sunset
Then
Then
We got somewhere like the truth
And there was hot chicken
For dinner
And sleep
And rest
The truth that only took
Patience.