all

ôl

as for our statesmen

as for our statesmen 
with the strictest indifference 
let us hang them all

the practice behind 
all other practice is the 
practice of practice

pleading in silence
blood into mud into dust
is how all men die

the past is over 
the future is yet to be 
all i have is now

my seventeenth draft
reads like i knew what i was
doing all along

what word would they speak
if i could hear ten thousand
voices all at once

they all will hurt you
you just gotta find the ones
worth suffering for

may my final rest 
be neither all that restful 
nor final at all

of all the riches
in all the world only love
cannot be stolen

i don’t mean to be
at all disrespectful but
shut up and kiss me