it falls upon art
to say something about the state of everything still.
it’s the air, the water, the food, the same missiles—stupid.
When liberal kill list Tuesday
gave way to Victoria Jackson Wednesday,
things changed for just the same.
bomb, bomb, bomb them with condos
back to the pre-bezos age
reince, rahm, repeat
another long-form think piece
about (enter trope here)
designed to point the reader in the general direction of it
But for the bearded tattoos,
seattle’s shit sinks like victoria’s shit.
Fool’s water, fools food, fools’ dead-but,
for the bearded tattoos.
one meltdown, two meltdowns, three meltdowns
might as well watch Tin Cup again.
She’s on a boat to another place.
Here we are bickering and bombing –
staying out of our minds.