Raw Goods

on the lookout

all right, guys, we're here
i haven't seen you in such a long time
no tears, no scenes
if you want to get away
i don't really know the rules
then, i don't have to change
maps, diagrams, and charts
of how we live together.
how do you define this job?
that's your territory
(huge companies accidentally take the field)
let's just have a little word,
just you and me:
huge companies?
they don't actually exist.
have a cheery disposition!

wanted:
the family and the home.
hurry – you won't see
a sincere church wedding,
a cooperative apartment building,
or questions and answers.
instead of acting as
the school and education,
a cautionary tale
seemed responsible
for bravery tests.

Act One: Law and Order.
we had this iguana,
a modern city church.
we decided we needed
a new bravery test.
“i think we should
boil and eat the iguana.”
honest to goodness,
we ate the laws and proclamations.

(Godzilla,
on the other hand
actually does exist.
We were convinced.)

Act Two: Industry and Business.
Again, here's
our nation and our country.
(dead silence)
and then, you'd hear:
“our debt's a werewolf.”
we kept this up for years.
the kids began to dread it.
to apply the law,
we had a full moon
serving summons
(which was wonderful)
but the bill collector
had a car accident,
broke every bone in his face.
from that point on,
we all knew that
the best thing to do was
to safeguard health.
envious and foul disease:
a close race.
(i made sure that
the presidential inauguration
didn't quite catch us
on the path of flames)

it was like,
“we're all gonna die
protecting the community.”

Things to do:
kill me if you want.
kill me, or whatever.
i'm done with this
maintaining law and order.

posted by judy j @ 11:05 AM