22

Permanence becomes a posture
we all hold our knives to
like throats of lambs and babys born
on the cusp
without decision
am I this or that
am I this or that
fuck what you read in history books
because nothing you know
is permanent.

Procedure becomes a chore
blindfolded and given our last rights
along this country highway
all waiting for the damnation to take
our hands
and shove our mouths over
grenades become the dental dam
keeping Novocaine in your blood stream
so when we cut
we bleed
chemicals
I just wish this heat was off my back
and choking the life out of you instead.