Their updates
Destroy me
They fill
The studio
With useless paper
My studio
Is my heart
Their updates
Were useless
Like too much weight
For a balloon
Or running thru
A maze of joy
You find
A blockage
Of new instructions
Or like a river
Flooding
Fills a house
Up to the ceiling
Their updates
Are the threat
Of scarecrows
At a crossroads
I have
What I have
I am
What I am
Laws
And anti-laws
Rules and anti-rules
Either – can put a rope
Around my throat
I am like
Any star-headed bird
Expecting life
But finding
Crashing cars
The lasso
Had words
Printed
Along its length
“Made
In anti-dreamland”
Man’s law
Is stamped in jelly
A table of judges
Pick up their spoons
The law
Came to my home
They were
Nine parts braun
One part crime
Crime
Where does it come from?
Every time
They leave the green mould
On your skin
You get the crime
Of not-again
The sky
Was not made
For our rules
It does what it does
The moon
Was not made
For our rules
It is what it is
The sea
Was alive
Without our rules
Now
It is dying
As a copy of their rule book
Is exchanged
For iron
And put around your neck
Yet you would
Burn your head of
To get rid of it
The hated law
The hated court
Its hated
Complications
Everywhere
People
Are murmuring
The crucifix
Was broken off
And its base
Was left
In my heart
Like a splinter
They know
They know
Their platform
Is cranked up
Into the false sky
And down below
The little people
Must dodge
The fiery missiles
You go
Though the legal system
Like a man
Dragged by a horse
They prop up
Your battered body
In front of a judge
The absent witnesses
Are your executioners
A guilty man
Will run from the fire
An innocent man
Will run into it
