you know I’m sensitive
to everything
don’t make me poetic

you know I don’t have
one fibre of violence
but they want guns
and guns
so here’s my gun

it’s blue plastic
it’s fresh Sly
it’s paint on my world
my word it don’t mean shit
it’s purple fabric
from the bottom to the top
from the curve to the line
starting my own religions
starting
startling flesh on your mind
mine and yours and ours
it’s blue rivers
blue river
you’ll never see again
let me live
let me be free
let me be me