Firearm by PeliCet RKL

Non-emotive thoughts narrated
 Migrating birds drawing patterns serrated
 Flows muted sedated eyes vacant Information outdated
 Deadpan Heron feathers clenched in my hand
 Panning for gold in bright blue sand
 Sleight of paper fans 
 Blighted ram’s horn my sigil my crest Killing each other over traffic jams Detest and ingest Splitting dams like coconuts
 Kevlar vest so what? So what? Unmarked vans cobra dust the LUT Out front there’s gunpowder on the table Gaunt and pale traces speaking propaganda on cable
 Crew cut grunt is just manipulanda So what? I am the memoranda
 Jacarandas flower while Vanda orchids wither
 Making sordid wine out of rust and wicker
 Pour it distorted down the drain The bulb overhead flickers
 The torpid liquid leaves no stains
It’s no use it’s all in vain Maimed
 Obey the sidewinder taped to the inside of your brain Leave you drooling but in tune Fooling no one syncretic fumes Synthetic wombs and crumbling tombs I’m a plume of smoke soaked into spider silk and old wounds
 Dark tulips mummified buried in the hills never to be found
 Forgotten
 Pound by pound begotten by hip bones No sound