maximum theater

i need someone to hold my feet
the man on the white horse
the hand that wrote the first line of the obit
i am half in and half out
of the driver's seat
after a long roll over
all my hopes and dreams:
power comfort and style
safely packaged
black belt and optional
equipment
under a blue sky that couldn't care
less
about psycho~sexual conspiracy theories
i caught on:
3 o clock in the morning threats
underground tunnels
spys in the grocery store gas stations
maximum theater
there is absolutely no evidence of
their overwhelming existence
even my boss
is conspicuously missing
from my vocabulary
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