we have
too many leaders
harangue
juntas feed the place in my mind
  where guilt is
what do i know
  realpolitick makes me tick
react with mensa left mooreism
  your emotions are sick

harangue
the right is wrong
  the good is gone
the homosexuals are
  trying to take over the world in top secret
    cults of satan
bombs in the middle east
  cyanide
sarin, control the riots
  tear down
the mall of the united states
  the wall in the
mexico borderlands
lachrymate
  gestate
hate
make haste
be a part of the race
  the revolution, wheels burning
borders blurring
  all that liberates you will be yours
denied endless circles
trapped thought sacrifice
  anxiety waste
then you feel a finality
  at having accomplished something
it was lauded by many and repeatedly urged
  of you, is this not what you want
at first you did not act because it was not something
  you would do.
act!  believe!  so you acted, you believed
  you said so, you did so.

it was admirable in a certain
  way; doubtless your faith was unshakable
you feel no small regrets
  everything you did was right and just
no matter what

shroud
mask at the fete
  peacock blue-limned eyes in the fray
was she made for me
  or were we all made for free love
i think we should share
  money for rooms
we have no way of life
  pray stations
she i
most morals vacant
  run by equations
come home again dear
  lean on me
on the way out
  in the dark we drive
and you can feel how it feels
  light and dark lines moving on you
no real exhaustion, more like
  space, talk with her,
the traffic is someplace you're going
  the people the excitement of your slumber
shiver on the corner
  smiling light and dark
"hold me"
  you held her
"thanks."

is there a loan on
  the air i inhale
is our country yours?
  someone owns every star
    in the sky,
      but there are still some undiscovered
        that you can buy

sometimes
  i don't know what to be
see seasons falling
  dream we are north
don't be a lune
  don't be a swain
do a lifelike painting
  see the eyes
they can't push
  they've lost the wish
some forceful lady came upon us
  evict
but we were not alone
  you and i
you are my noon
  cool my dreams
could a home be
  warm like you
i would be
  found then
oh my
  i was taken with you
the cold engines starting
  she combs hair
life in the closet
  the home
the home
  i was given was taken
why
  is this crumbling away
or coming home?
  tell me, love
i don't know what to say

 - "leaders" by connelly barnes, 2005-09-22