Preoccupations - Fix Bayonets!

I stopped to start and think about
the fire burning on the faces of the stars,
Illuminating disassembled coping mechanisms.

Catalogues of broken dispositions lying
heavy and substantial, piling up on the decrepit
woolen carpet.

It’s alright, we can celebrate the evaporating
homo sapien race that’s racing to erase its brief
and glorious existence.

Lead with blind enthusiasm soaked in sweat, and
smiling with insanity and broken cigarettes.
Fix bayonets!

We’re dissolving in the gutter with the sour rain,
and I’m lost in the middle of it all again.

Patiently ignite the fuse,
and sit and wait for everything to detonate.
We’ll analyze the pain within the expiration date.

Everybody wants to forget about
every little thing that they hate, unsynthesized telepathy,
a sympathetic symphony.

Put another foot in another shoe.
Please send assistance,
as I wander through the black
without appropriate schematics.

We certainly appreciate the call
to all Civilian cadets.
Chalk up your hands and hoist the flag.
Fix Bayonets!

We’re dissolving in the gutter with the sour rain,
and I’m lost in the middle of it all again.

IT
WAS weighing us down
ALL screeching to a halt
OVER and done with out through the exit wound
BEFORE it was too little
IT
EVER it was too late
BEGAN We were all on board to fall apart

Written by:
Daniel Christiansen, Matthew Flegel, Scott Munro, Michael Wallace

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