Brown Nihilismus

moldy moth eaten papers

crumble along yellow edges

promising concepts deliberated by the Assemblage House, where the People convene, repudiate,

and charge Him

to bring down the curtain upon the judges

gradually, spotlights warm the worms

cohabiting underneath window sills,

where we were compelled to watch the brown army team teargas, then parachute

down from the helicopter smoke, billowing

as legs and breath remain rooted

melting into rock,

history’s lesson will be disregarded

and war chests will dissolve,

empty with hollow rhythms

slamming against one another-

the truth will hit hard against them all

here and now, something outlaw

begs to be orated, for

imploring stares no longer can be ignored

it is best to ride out this wave now

before another overhanging plastic curtain

forever strangles our generational wagon,

before deeper corrupted judges decide

some other destiny for us all