That old be careful you might get what you ask for sorta thing. Much Love,
Draft Vector
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Supreme ruling over mile high state,
with arms crossed and backs firm it’s
made clear all seats are taken here, the
door that turned you away will hit you
on the way out. A fist thrown into a
revolving door, glass shatters, gloves
that were never on come off, chaos infects
gaining gravity pulling those who at
first never gave it any thought, are seen
decapitating neighbors with stop signs.
It’s all gotten a bit out of hand, calibrated
subconscious, stories decades old told from
fading ink, the smoke of progress lingers
on the frontier of a new civil war, if we
choose to fight it.
Letters of Measure 