Traffic Cops

I hate traffic cops. Arbitrary, unnecessary, discriminatory, disingenuous. Bad encounter yesterday; it inspired this.

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The continuity of difference.

Moral sleight of hand.

I just don't get it.
Words make worlds and
mine's so fine
most of the time
until it fall fall falls
and I break.
It's not pretty.
I've nothing witty to say.
These days they pass and I ask
what a reasonable man should do.
Aha! That conceit
still with me
as though a reasonable man
is some real thing
not the sum of our eccentricities
divided by our gross.
And what do we want?
It flies in all directions
life lessons, more time, less stressing.

I wondered what to write
and the words kept falling
I play tetris with the fragments
that I'm calling knowledge.
With baited breath I'm making good
on secret promises to no one
that came into this world as lies.
It should be no surprise
that a long walk lets out lost sounds
and winding paths and darkened skies
are a chapel for the faithless
and a good one at that.

You see, I've been thinking.
Because feeling's no good when
you're lost to the world and
I need battle plans not words.
It's a hostile space and
I've a name to make
if not a dollar.
And when the revolution comes
I can't wait to take up arms
or just to escape,
get out while the horrors
get swept away.
I have nothing earn nothing learn nothing
but I'm making it through
and one way or another
I won't be used.