Gates

[sgt.null]

south hall gate

constant whine - daily
grind. collecting strays
during my off days...
rock salt, main vault,
San Andreas Fault...
(it belongs to somebody)
bigger fish, little pond,
you do not belong. Null
is a Zero, a Zed, a Cipher.
the absence, the last Pied
Piper. lock up your wives,
lock up your daughters...
designate your cannon
fodder.the second is last,
too slow and too fast.
his time is long past.
shortwaves set to blast.
old jalopy, stolen junk
heap. faded embers will
give off no heat. salt mines
and downed land lines.
(only mistake was mine)
island hopper and dust
cropper, faded blue and
rusted copper. a parade
for absent child, her bitter
tripe, seasoned mild. spin
and turn collecting a burn,
he tries to keep ahead as
we ignore what was said...

[sgt.null]

center gate

a singular vulture
rack it up, lock it
down, using vinegar
to kill weekending
vampires. pat them
down, wave your
wand run the scan
to a mob, a murder
day-for-day stamp
or stop, stomp or
slam. his shoes or
boots kept for
keeping, use all
your minutes, now
swallow the evidence
the witless will grand
stand on shallow
ground, kiddie pools
death of deception
and the perception
focuses, as it all
runs down-hill...

[sgt.null]

crash gate

move forward
move forward
star the line
stop-wait-stop

gather round
gather round
push forward
stop-wait-stop

time of day
time of day
moving line
stop-wait-stop

you can't win
you can't win
in the line
stop-wait-stop

[Worm of Despite]

Do I need to sticky this?