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Max Barsness Jun 2018
I wish I could warn you about the Salton sea
Of its panicked shores
Of bottomfeeders
Topside once more
It's stenched coasts
Lush green migraines and migration
Boasting of the lives & liberty cost
Drowning in the murk of men’s habitual need
To improve upon ruination

I wish I could caution you to an endorheic basin
Of its perennial purpose
Of many fertile farms
Impregnated by men & their desire to quench desire
It is a natural ****
It is buried deep in the salinity of quest & reason
Give them structure from which to exalt
Give yourself a *******
Working the cracks and the cross of concrete which is potholed & pitted

I wish I could show you a river valley ahead of it’s time
Of its eventual need to exist
Of dependent mockingbirds
& cattled egrets
An uneven ***** on which mother colorado rests your beleaguered complaints
Drink up while it lasts
A memorandum to a family
That dried up the poisoned well

I wish we could fall to our knees
We don’t
We raise our hands to the sky
Take me dear lord
But first
Let me take a selfie
Let me edit my life
Let me apply a filter over this endless malcontent
& then when it isn’t enough
Let me blame you
For the people by the people is what i heard
But now i feel our word aint worth a ****.
Indirect messages being slurred.
Now the idea of peace is absurd?
The youth is being cattled like a herd.

Our ignorance being treated as a resource.
Only half the law is enfroced. And the poor is blamed of course.
They let our anger push us off course.
We been screamin help till our voice get hoarse.
And then they ask why theres bass in thier voice.
Like we have a ****** choice.
Then forth of july come and they ask us to rejoice.

— The End —