On the Line

Complicate your inducements, work harder
Because I don't buy this, that
Story, the red door, white fence
That blue cloth, your marching orders.
My belief has never been on the line.

So create your bigger lie, cast a wider net--
Make a catastrophic problem that
Outsizes your own brains and britches then
Maybe this child of flower-child will bitch
A little less and fall as seeds to your needs.

The version of humanoid the tall sacrifice
To yesterday's decisions however unfair
I stand ready to your eschatology
Your well-told self-deception, your genealogy
Now more true than your nightmare.