people's park
is pretty polluted with people
conflict and animosity
we enslave each other repeatedly
now children wear chains
as a choking fascist fashion statement
strangled shock value
to all those who ignore by denial
they have got you on file
rules, laws, regulations
restrictive stars and stripes
bars and whips and chains
we must feign acceptance
of control
when it is mind over matter
dimensions grow flatter
desperate to escape
taking shape bending vision
on the debris scattered
grass
beyond division of race gender class
you find what was already there
behind a drugged mask of denial
you stare
they have got you on file
image is our identity these days
ultraviolet
our color binding mending ways
I sketch outstretching
creased wrinkles
in the dense overgrown
areas
too much happens
out cast
old too fast
exclusion warped self
some dusty back shelf
voluntary isolation
sex is ready compensation
safety in numbers
blinding light falls like splinters
a thousand frozen winters
in the autumn
of spring
which sprang into life
out of delicate strife
now tell me
do you still want me?
I want to scare you away
keep you here with my passive strength
I regret it all, and none of it.
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