fuck linear equations

the l i n e is a devious motherfucker
really it's a sick son-of-a-bitch
proclaiming eternity and execution like a young romeo
when there are some things you just can't know
and some even if you know you shouldn't promise.
they caution "always account for variable change"
nevertheless
rebellion sneaks in through windows wide a quarter-inch
guessing the 4 character password on the garage keypad
desperate to believe that life is as straight as a line.
but i'm of the kind who appreciates honesty, no matter how brutal-
deviation is our single constant
in this planar world.

the zoo-keeper's rules

what i know is the inside of an incubator
a vast white limbo of
the overachiever's science project.

the poke and the prod and incessant
wide eyes jabs like arrows
in wounded flesh
at every yawning second

and the
zoo-keeper's paranoia
that any moment i will release beyond the metal
not trusting return-

above all, the eyes are my wrecking ball.

lion roar
unheard and unheeded
because it was not solicited to roar;
roar for the crowds
roar for the villans
don't roar for zoo-keeper;

those are not the rules.