Let’s try this:

together we will take this

bicycle and cram into the wedges

of a steel gate, sever it in half, and

tell people NOT to ride it.

Not to ride it at all.

Because one can’t.

Obviously

Ob-vio isn’t a word anymore.

This isn’t me on drugs I swear.

I am drugs!

It’s absurd, how high people get and then walk into a class room, and write a run on.

Sentence fragments.

Commas, if you must know,

came from our previous oratory

                                           society in which it was to demonstrate

              that      people               could have asymbolinwhichitwould

tell                     

              people

                                                          to slow down, pause.

                                                          and take a break.

                                                                        & is a work of art&

                                    & , trace is with your finger. S L O W L Y

              It was a free dance your

   finger did for this paper too

                                                                                                                    It did however, feel good, but now

                                                          Since you are, in the spirit of following directions.

              Heed this warning, that this

is indeed a piece of paper

              on it is in ink

it is indeed a

a painting

with a picture

if you stare at it

long enough

it ceases poetry.

t-hi-s is not a poem

              and it hasn’t been been-been,been, for years since it was a tree.

Let’s try this:

together we will take this

bicycle and cram into the wedges

of a steel gate, sever it in half, and

tell people NOT to ride it.

Not to ride it at all.

Because one can’t.

Obviously

Ob-vio isn’t a word anymore.

This isn’t me on drugs I swear.

I am drugs!

It’s absurd, how high people get and then walk into a class room, and write a run on.

Sentence fragments.

Commas, if you must know,

came from our previous oratory

                                           society in which it was to demonstrate

              that      people               could have asymbolinwhichitwould

tell                     

              people

                                                          to slow down, pause.

                                                          and take a break.

                                                                        & is a work of art&

                                    & , trace is with your finger. S L O W L Y

              It was a free dance your

   finger did for this paper too

                                                                                                                    It did however, feel good, but now

                                                          Since you are, in the spirit of following directions.

              Heed this warning, that this

is indeed a piece of paper

              on it is in ink

it is indeed a

a painting

with a picture

if you stare at it

long enough

it ceases poetry.

t-hi-s is not a poem

              and it hasn’t been been-been,been, for years since it was a tree.

An unmarked grave, inside, lay an unknown soldier, of whom was riddled with bullets from a gun made in a country that no longer exists. Atop him eternally is always two feet, and a man, in uniform, from the same country, carrying a gun, from a country, we paid for. 

The irony of this situation is not the cost of tomb-polish, nor is it the governmental mandate to keep a guard at all times, but it’s the tour of the people visiting the changing of the guards.

Now, atop this grave, forty feet step atop the grave, observing exactly what killed the person they guard.