maybe you're through

life gets even

in the end

a tragedy

southern

whites

still

depend on

finding dusk

neither

grand

nor

old

he didn’t

do as

he was

told

he didn’t

really

believe

did he

the money

was so

tempting

this isn’t

something

you learn

it’s shining

in dirt

like nineteen

seventy-three

the rain fell

one hundred

percent

the smoke alarm

battery

beeped

spent

again

like it did

back when

it had

the blues

it sang

bad news

and

no matter

what you do

if you play

those tunes

if you know

the loose

         well

maybe

            you’re through

all that we could ever be

thirty days has september

the troubling case

of harvey leroy atwater

whose name is known by ones and zeros

that take so much

of my attention home

two tens

            twenty

seems like long time

but hate can climb

            and rove can row

the worst can grow

   and it has grown

it took the pride

of the ones who really know

but aren’t afraid to go

across the line

                          full blown

the drone didn’t know

but lee found out the truth

or   a truth

he was a witch-doctor a sleuth

suffered from hard luck and misuse

but dave baerwald told me the news

how he hoped that there is a god

that punishes

severely

now that must have scared the shit out of lee

so he tried to make a bit amend

for the liars club   all his friends

dining out on hate and blame

calling good men out by name

‘perceptifying’ reality

unbeknownst to the ones in need

but not the ones confused by greed

the hired help was all that he

       all that we

                  could ever be