Now Clones

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Suckers for the fantasy bribe
come into the world each moment
and never wean themselves
from their accomplishing
as accomplices their victimhood.
The mug and half-Nelson
flip sides of police records platinum.
Parking lots slurp air
from mall stores that wait
for emergency transfusions
from trailer trucks. The point
above a prime scene flashes
naked body parts, its ongoing spectacle
to make lemonade from threat,
contusion, and a sack of money.
Even uneven accumulation of stealth
by Dow blows its cover at closing bell.
The Joneses witness while at work
climbing line graphs and eating charts.
That race leaves its spurs
in the sides of the crime ribs
grilling in custody. Mandatory
sentences one hundred times
won’t ground the Yank dreaming
how martyrdom will please him rich.
The other world cuts and trimmings
can’t fill its nonsense thieves now either.
Playing dress up parties contagious
leaves so many petty criminals
in alleys bludgeoned by innocent dictums.
In a fallacy luxury cars luxury cars way
today and poverty and death never happen.