good morning, all intravenous

it’s a possible formation of destiny’s darkness
and possibly portioned for a summertime’s blue sky
pardon your patrons
no party can push me
to pledge my allegiance
to attractive army gowns
distance your martyrs
denying your gentrified
genius or insanity
separate but the same
and cull myriad captions
of photos all taken
with cameras called upon
to picture the scene
of science sent seeking out
truth or reporting the
patterns of plagues
passing out in the street
wish on a candle
no stars in the sky anymore
i am able
and you are cain’s son
signal your shopping list
languid and luscious
with tattered green army pants
passing you by

distract your deviance
and dance toward the moon

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