#1 Love (poem)

Life is havoc wreaked upon us,
we drink aqua from sapphires,
bemused in spite of it.
Inspired because of it.

She might be gone,
but the house is still here.
Stands sturdy, German construction in the ghetto.
Nothin' 'bout these walls are hollow.

But they are hallowed.
    Even if you only see squalor. 
        There's still laughter in the parlor, 
               so please excuse my pallor, 
                   and don't you dare call us fuckin' 
"parlor libertarians".
     Anymore.

We're all Einsteins & librarians,
cancer-free vegetarians,
radical radicals.

We're gonna brake protocol,
heed the call,
and start a new procedure.  

Ramrod this roughshod ramshackle politic 
because our love is thick--
    --thicker than your poisoned water. 

You always want me to think 
faster, smarter, better,
...but I decline to think at all.

I don't want your school books,
your dirty teachers' looks.

I don't want to be deprived of the sun 
or the soil.

Your system spoils 
    lives.

We struggle to just breathe and be.

What you call freedom,
     is depraved captivity.

So focus on the real enemy 
that steals your children and pull
    your own whodunit Houdini.

Tap out.

Run your own game.

Because this duck is fucked
    and it's lame.

She wrote the writing on this wall.

She ran with me down this hall.

She is part of The All.

#1 Love

   ...my...
         ...number one...

               Love,