america i love thy odor

i'm a raw animal
organizing my workplace
walking railroad tracks
whistling dylan

i'm doing things i'll regret
in the name of love
in the name of you
in the name of me

i've got an exoskeleton of
military leather
an apparatus
and a ragged denim attitude

into not giving a fuck
yet full of love
forging poetics
on a handmade anvil

here we come
out of the houses
numerous and nonviolent
painting the streets
in intricate patterns

here we come
with musical instruments
to tell you
what we think
you should do

here we come