Practicing Not Blinking

Families on the road heading for the horizon where they hear there's fun , where they hear its fair.
Interrupted by armed and dangerous and clinically deranged representatives of deep thinkers.
Who use the methodology of madness that hits the same part of the brain as crystal meth, but with extra fear effect added.
They're deep in the pockets of the knuckleheaded number hos being feted down the street
Exhibiting themselves through windows of woe.
Assisted by market share beheaders.
A trinity of treachery, and when its mystical signifigance is explained, nod your head or you could end up semi-solitaire, gasping for air,
And lead gently through the labyrinth of incontinent mishmashes that pass for brains , at the end of which you swallow the bitter and bow to your betters.

The imagined invincibility in the belly , turning to jelly.
Unseen choirs sing on the outer edges of the pain.
Its business as usual in empires coming, and empires going , killing softly , collapsing collaterally.
People pulling the fool off their faces, rush in and go toe to toe with the hard headed ring of state terror being run out of rear view mirrors ; trying to hit a vein.

Not mourning , not heeding warnings
Of the officials with the whistles,
blowing gospels, reconfigured in real-time to keep you cringing.
But instead giving it the finger of dimissal.

Taking a chance on critical thinking,
Practicing not blinking.