We have a right to bear confusion:

Naked truth. It’s a weapon

And we love guns.

.

For more than protection 

From history. Comes

A reason not to run –

Self-reliance. Motivation –

Something different to everyone

Mutually assured destruction,

.

Order of things overrun

By paradoxical entropic formations

We live and die. As the midnight sun

Subject to permanent arbitration

Is worshipped and shunned –

.

Refuse to succumb.

Don’t be dumb

Don’t listen

Don’t surrender your weapon –

.

Misunderstanding, keep shooting; it’s the only hope of preservation.

—

This poem is from my upcoming book: General Eyes and the Miseducated Militia

Read more poetry