duality deity
I’m walking through fiction, sliding on friction.
Mouths are moving but words slide away.
Debts pile up; yes men say, “Yup”.
Writing on the wall is in invisible spray.
The Devil’s in God; God’s in the Devil.
Truth jumps in a black hole to find its own level.
The wind is sterile; Pauline is in peril.
Procreation is a thing of the past.
Seeds don’t form; calves are not born.
Milk forgets its color in an atomic blast.
White House freshly painted.
Streets freshly gated.
The president looks through six-shooter eyes.
There's no saving from his look
Or his bankbook
And you won’t be saved by any disguise.
You get to choose; what have you got to lose?
It can’t be more than what you started with.
If it is, you failed the quiz.
You forgot that sands always shift.
President spoke; you think it’s a joke.
They taped his talk and verbatim reported.
He’s going to sue, don’t need a cue.
He says everything is verbatim distorted.
He says, “My message is between the lines.
The rest is lies for national spies.
There’s grapes on the vine; then there’s fine wine.
I'm an acquired taste like William Bligh.”
The Devil’s in God; God’s in the Devil.
Truth jumps in a black hole to find its own level.