jetsam flotsam

The world's a thousand tongues long, 
kneedeepthick.

Memory sings a river of history
                   tossing our bubbles
Along the horizon until we balance,

or steam Hits 
the cold autumn encompassing,

Until the newest bestests shirk and shun
The signals creasing evening

Into origami feigning ministers 
and heads of state

We ratify and adhere to the codes of barbarism inscribed
On our ignoble gene troughs

When we deign to dabble 
in esoteric spasms


Of maudlin mod art, glory swine at the fair
As shallow as a ring toss game

As blank and callused 
as the ferris man's lever thumb

Hijack your self 

one liberty every foot a day,
Buddy can you spare a crime?

Mine is mint condition, 
said sabertoothsoothsayer,
Warble on, weary flotsam