THE COMX BOX OBSERVER

Heard Over the Herd   

  

                                                             I am not the voice of the herd

I am not the voice of the heard

                                                             I am not the voice of the Heard

I am not the voice of the herd

                     (((HeARD)))

                                                             I am not the voice of the herd

I am not the voice of the heard

                                                             I am not the voice of the heard

I am not the voice of the herd

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What the drunk

in the back of the squad car said

while the officer kept his eyes

on the road

  

I’m the umbrella, man!

I’m your doppelganger

I’m the end of the world, you know

Like a hand full of saltines

crunched by a giant

I’m on fire, your Excellency

I’m the forgotten symbol of time and space

I’m the last explorer to return with the gold

I’m sailing away from society

In a galleon made of brown glass

And though you pirates

attempt to interrupt my voyage

I shall only begin again

I will embrace your green mats

I will embrace those locked doors

and terrible bologna sandwiches

I will stand still

for the snap shots and fingerprints

like Napoleon

on a hill

before a battle

I will associate with the hollowed out

dreamers

I will watch the marred men

drooling on concrete floors

I will share a rotting bowel movement

with the crusted toilet

I will accept and I will deny

and I will find you all useful

like napkins in a tree house

and you

you my scurvy friend will drive

drive endlessly through the night

like an abortionist

with a trunk full of fetuses

I will name my next ship

after your bargain with the devil

I will puke

in anonymity

and excrete in glory

I shall raise the other inmates

like limbs of flame

and we shall dance about

the house of justice!

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