A carnival-colored revolution
        of guerillas in action
        the festival of blood, poison
                             & gunfire

            undercover allies simper
                                            for pesos
                          amidst a mutual hatred
                                 & passion’s heartbeat
                 an island tightly wound/
                        the feisty femme fatale
                                    whispering in my ear
                                   of how badly Anton
                          has captured
                               [corrupted]               her

A Combustible Riddle

Tell me what you see;
I am dying to know.

There’s an eye in the stars
[waiting to be noticed]
And in these moments
I imagine— God or whatever name
You wish you call it is
Hammering on your conscience
(It is not pareidolia)

See it once & you never not
Like illusions on the back of a cereal box
That’s what I truly wish to say
I know these pieces don’t add up to much
It’s always been there
Since the beginning &
It will be there until the end

Staking my life on revolution