as the blood spills

crushing in the
games network
the waterworks
turn on the river
spill some blood
and go
for a deep drowning
of yourself
in the
mundane
grind
of news
and
a country
“pulling
together”
clothes
those
three
colors
every turn
of the
head
I am blinded
with
their blindness
and
wreck
the car
it cannot be
helped
set up an
event and
sneak
behind
the partition
it was them
overseas
we can
make their
lips move
and curse us
we can aim
our warheads
it won’t hurt
if a few miss
our beds
are too soft
to lose
any sleep