JUNE 10th (PRIDE STRIPT & WHIPT)
A Blank Verse Poem:
Madness, blindness, and confusion of heart,
rush in like the formless void, dark deep chaos,
where the state has avoided The Static!
Too long ecstatic, the state’s unstated,
like a king self-unkinged by negligence.
We’ve neglected the stone tablet statement
that defines the bounds of good and evil.
Definitely evil comes for our good:
for, at gyms we’ve carved bodies for new gods,
and bow to graven idle Sodomites.
NEW PURITAN 