a straw and a camel

im tired of being okay

with things

im not okay with.

the Congo Rainforest is being

raped

by sleazy companies and desperate bushmen

California teachers

marooned

in parent’s living rooms,

the flag half-mast for a queen

a queen

in a nation of babbling democratic zealots;

and

it’s funny,

in that helpless sort of way.

“sometimes im quiet when i should be loud,”

Rudy had mused,

but i wonder what i could even say

staring into the

wilderness

of human eyes

like a bee wanting to suck nectar

from the flower

on a shirt.

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