Close the door.
Leave the house.
Walk into the veld or the woods or the desert.
Be a mouse.
Be a monster.
Be a man.
A Hu man.
Be deranged.
Find your range.
Roam the range and pick up mange.
You mangy mutt.
You fucking slut.
You piece of shit.
You star stuff.
Give it up.
Give it away.
Give way.
Today.
To the day.
To the night.
To the fear.
To the fright.
To the fight.
To arms.
And legs.
To the dregs.
The leftovers.
The remainders.
The reminders.
The memories forgotten.
The imaginations lost and rotten.
To the top.
To the bottom.
Leave now.
Don’t stand still.
Don’t look back.
Don’t look up.
Don’t look down.
Don’t look at all.
Just see.
See the air.
Hear the trees.
Feel the light.
Superstition in the night.
Darkness falls.
The sun rises.
In our heads
Love our despises.
Spiders webs of discontent.
With who we are and where we live.
For what we have and what we got.
What we took and what was taken from us.
The economy of human emotion.
Agitation.
Abrogation.
Fucken noises.
Les bruits magnifiques.
Our mental mantle masterpiece.
Broken windows.
Broken homes.
Broken glasses.
Broken bones.
Broken phones.
Hear don’t listen.
Shit or get off the pot.
Stay off the grass.
Find a spot in the parking lot.
Give your all.
Take it all back.
Back up against the wall.
Wait for the crack.
From the rifle or nine mil pistol.
Smell the smoke.
Feel the lead.
Live a life.
Pray for the dead.
Close the door.
Leave the house.
Be a mouse.
Be a monster.
Be a man.
A Hu man monster mouse.
