Social Contracts

Social constructs
Are not social contracts

In the sunken duress
Of our father’s joy

Pin up the garden rage
For a display of bellicose roses

Revival
Is the promise
Of fate

Sentiment is the weakness
Of virtue

Cheat the sin
Of quickened indifference

And bask under mushrooms, too
Where you’re hiding composers
Erubescent dissolving memories

The balloon gates
Are discovered late
Too nimble to be creed
Of fortunes misdirected
Or plasma radiation
Like a structure that holds
We frown in concert
And delay the stem of dreams

All philosophy is
Like children’s toys
Before a world with
No god

Ego is a predictor
Of spiritual decline

Bravery is a myth of hierarchy
Most admire quickly

Sometimes you cannot tell
The difference between love
And theft

The power of God is
Also psychosis or the
Desperation for the justice
Of love

Dismiss the mining of the asphalt
Like a broken corner on a
Hallowed field – permeated
With misdirection and freed men in
Cliquey fortress songs, sacred
For the disarmament of the treasure and the
Terror of the leader of the
Mirror, mining, molding starstuff
Into waking stagnant poems