I read the early morning news for fuel:
my perverted alarm
stronger than coffee and dark as the past
deepening the shadow of the conscience I neglect
they pause the peace to kill more kids
learning to hope in the shell of a lie that we care
their blood paints the streets
I wash my face
clear the sting of SPF tears
somewhere between dreams and demands
safe from taxes
and the bombs they build
just a nightmare for my phone I choose to witness when I want
like the monster in the mirror
or tomorrow
waking for another one
the lights are on
other people talk
and I am spitting on a house fire.
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