Everything looks more promising through clouds of tear gas anyway
A sweet billowing haze of tears
Tears
Through ducts and sharpens the corneas
Wise mean split swords to suppose
One can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Like hobbits and women, the struggles of men are not for all beings
For so much is superior to the ego and might of the grown adolescents
We call men
To tears
Because of the promises through clouds of gas anyway
Everything looks more promising
Then the clouds of tear gas
When the man stand in their riot gear
Protecting nothing from nothing
Or people from their freedom
Men will insist on choosing for you
Armed to the teeth
Spewing for clouds of tear gas
Promising away everything
To other men
To another man
Simply crying from all the things
In clouds of tear gas.
On the asphalt
Resting beneath the restless clouds
Not those of mountaintops
And sierra nevadas
But the raunchy aromas of men's toys
Plastic castles covered in mildew
On the shower floor
After PE
Where the boys tossed other boys
Into trashcans
To the sounds of tears
Like the echoes through clouds
Of promises through the haze of angry soldiers
Everything clearer without clouds
The shields transparent
Like martial law
Rules at the end of baton
jzustice in the courts of imprisonment
Hope stepped upon
Like the dark asphalt
Upon which the men
Lean their straw heads
The rest of us looking elsewhere
As if fore a divergent wood in a yellow wood
Since everything looks more promising through clouds of tear gas anyway
Oakland, CA
