Law 

                                             Murphy says never sleep
                                   With anyone crazier than yourself
                                           But it can't be helped we
                                     Fall into stereotypes and match
                                             Our shadows on the wall
                                         With more life even without
                                 Flesh the Fertility Cultists had it
                                         Right in dance and wine and
                                Sex is all they know we can't escape
                                   The phallic reference it's in our
                                      Skins'll beat the Seahawks but
                                     I forgot to watch the stats for
                                    Life birth death soft sounds too
                                                    Soft to rip like
                                          They should be able to see
                                      Me myself and I will always be
                               Lonely is a subjective experience one
                                       Can never be alone if one has
                                       God so gentle to walk hand in
                                      Hand me the hammer to nail the
                                    Coffins shut above our heads and
                                    Block out sunlight however badly
                                Filtered coffee just won't do it for
                                  The addicts snorting grounds can't
                                  Stop spinning I can feel the whole
                                        Earth move below me as I lie
                                               To you and say I love
                                     On the last patch of grass left
                                    In the world where we gave birth
                               To be given death as a reward for sin
                                And die a thousand deaths to be done
                                                    Or face eternity 
                                     A thought uncapturable like the
                                    Wildness within ourselves we can
                               Never free the animals they'll die in
                              The places we've destroyed to fill the
                             Empty spaces with desperate attempts to
                              Cling fingernails bleeding to the soil
                                       Even as radiation levels pass
                                  Endurance is the key to win a race
                                     Not the sprint I can't catch my
                             Breath of fresh air is strangled by the
                          Hot winds that always follow a white flash
                                What the hell just nuke the bastards
                               For ten minutes with the plastic wrap
                               Open a little so steam can escape and
                                                      We are caught.



Kelly J. Cooper
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