"Madvillainy & Other Sacred Texts" (Poem 1 of 15)

Sight-Unseen

Found the note a boss wrote for the last day

At the last job wishing well, hoping things work

Out, like the hesitation felt by that CIA asset

When Guevara dared him to pull that trigger,

Missed any vitals, bit his wrist to keep crying

Out, chest shots are rarely fatal immediately

Half way across America, the demolition was felt

Brick body kids' daydream broken by the reality of

Three letter organizations with mutually exclusive

Agendas in a quiet war over increasingly scarce

Public funding for the little things, you know,

Housing, child malnourishment programs, education

Sequestration, solitary, waiting for midazolam death

Used to at least be over quickly, not no more

Slow burn on the state owned metal gurney turning

Blue, hold that image the next time you forget that

Underneath all the artifice, it is all just savages

Progress is illusion, tribesman existing concurrent 

Sharing sacred air but only one side feels it, numb

From running after the Johnson's, met at "Welcome 

To The Johnson's" over well liquor, cheap nicotine,

Dry mouth that takes over the whole body, been

Seen on the scene dressed in cream and linen, blew

The stack on something obscene, product that was

Bought sight-unseen