| fly-by-nite lighthouse |
| You scorched our
caffeinated souls With your bulwark, groove shop rock-n-roll your “hang on it’s a just cause” steal the show your “walk tall it’s all vindicated” but brrrrrrrr- it’s cold! Black helicopter radiance you burned in rows your heart-attack ventricle is expounding to explode in a rude cardiac benediction avarice you extol- Bowing down to rub a Buddha slathered in gold, a weird attraction to tension- your jonesing, on-the-dole of bloody bull-market hypocrites- shaken-stirred-sold! It takes an axe to chop the friction but it doesn’t take a poll, your shotgun malediction validated-on-the-go hunting blindly for a strategy or maybe a goal- Spyglass focused on the citizens but missing the mole- film vibrant like a train wreck brandished bold, karma’s got a wicked half-life- time to pay your toll buckshot scares up the grassroots and back we grow like a scab that keeps getting rubbed over- kinda sore and hard to hold- our bootstrap citizen judiciary truth will uphold. |
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| ALL POETRY COPYRIGHT MB TANKERSLEY 2004 |
| caffeinated souls:'06 cheney edit |
| I originally wrote this at about 3:30 am in the icy fingers of a fitful sleep. Edited it anew for a Beatnix Poetry Open-Mic in Waco, newly-dedicated to Mr. Cheney. Damn that karma... it just keeps on comin'! |
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