Game Hunter

by kholinar

You might inspect your seatbelt strap
before you undertake
this interview of babbling ids,
this visionquest for rage.
Suspensions are a springtime mix
with jaunty underneath,
so when the rationales have dropped
you’ll never keep your seat.
Instead, reverse and harken back
when hatred from the rabble drawn
with finger paints and black crayon
was still an empty page.

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