we don’t want any nazis around

we shot the people burning books we identified their nazi symbols and their voices the borderline politicians gave us dirty looks and we warned them about their choices they wanted to circumvent the ballot, gerrymander us in the cornhole we lived in…

hung inside the skin of quiet

what job title do you see me having? where do you see me living? i’m trying to be something different hung inside the skin of quiet not succumbing to the marketing maw foot against the door space heater for the thaw not…