to quote mac miller in wartime winter (freewrite)

bones unplugged
a gape of snow
stretching across chicagoland

in the age of aquarius
my momentum falters
no water pours out

frozen icicles bend
at the guttural breath
of morning undone

popping back into
membrane space the newscaster
remains impartial

the russian school of
future 
the palestinian nevers

a video i need not see
to know how it 
ends

"i disconnect and then 
i upload
watch it spin around"

wont you fathers leave
behind the sheriff's badge
i know little about fathers

but so much about 
the ache of blue and red
lights staining my mirrors

wont america release grips
and hold close 
the wronged the wrong-doer

i lean on my chemex
poor american psyche
begs 

what distant war might
discover peace
what change what change



 

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