And now for my demands. For beginners, I want a national holiday named after someone whose name begins with Z. And you’re going to build a monument in Washington just like George’s and Abraham’s and Thomas’ for that soon to be infamous Mr. Z.

My children watch me struggle
not to send myself back to space.
We pretend my shadowy smiles fool
people formed in time with my pulse.

Brick five twelve tried
to overthrow the government
but nobody seemed to care
or notice

Magic didn’t take orders. If someone pushed him for a show or a sermon, he’d say, “Lost it.” He sometimes acted like he was bored by the idea, but this was all part of Mag’s technique.

"We were a team of five.  We were laying explosives.  Around an enemy safe house.  At night.  In the dark in the middle of the night.  We had all finished our tasks.  Had retreated back to the edge of the woods.  Except your grandfather.  He wasn't quite done.  Almost done."

You are all that matters in your border town.
Bullets ping into stone walls inches from your shoulders.
Stuff falls from the sky, lands near you.
Arms swing and fists send air the way of your chin.

They’re talking away
nothing urgent, nothing Earth shattering
but substantive nonetheless
like an old idea worked around from a new
​vantage point.  Did you hear about?

. Amerikkka is a mongrel insensitivity to empathy
 
. A capitalist concept
                                  of man
                                  exploits man

our mouth of grapes
a profile at a bar, again a sigh and cough
have a heart
forgive my sway
I’m done now.

Once a year in Budapest the local government of each district has an event called “lomtalanitás” or “ungarbaging”, an opportunity for people to rid their closets and basements of anything that they don’t need.

Elon ransacked a closet and then reordered it. Elon disassembled a cupboard and then rebuilt it. Elon removed from the floor of his crowded garage every single shiny Jaguar and Lambo he could find, and many de mode fitness contraptions.

We’ve got Fritz, as always, to guide the way
for our philosophical jaunt today
and to remind us all, though it is grim,
​that God is dead and we have killed him.