that much about
the pressing issues,
the wars and revolutions,
all universe falling apart
and coming together,
and all of us,
the flesh of us
going crazy and
coming off the bone—
I’m really a lot
more interested in music,
in the gentleness of thought,
the way in dreams
we find we
stroke the hair of angels,
assign them names that,
while beautiful, can never be true again,
names we’ll never even
remember.
I don’t really care
about the government—
it’ll never work
and they’ll never stop trying;
I wish that all the voters
and the soldiers
and the lovely meter maids
would come and lay with me
with open mouths.