love and politics (not a penis)

the skull has fallen over still staring at me
ate me
the politician yard signs make me yell "they are all liars! revolution or be enslaved!"
as they wave
my imperfection comes in anger
my grace comes in understanding others
and in between resides the life and death of dreams and souls and that moment you meet god
who will be like nothing you've been told before
you will weep
and kneel
forgive me

until then we love and live and try
our tears our frustration our disappointments
take it out as you will
work
beer
drugs
fucking
take it out as you need
alone
married
a motorcycle
a farm

we live to destroy each other for our own gain
to find a partner who pauses
and believes
you know what you are talking about
you dream those thousand empty buildings that stopped
when you met her
we live to substitute sentience with words
and deeds
and look at me

the skull has fallen over
still staring at me
i set it straight
and move on