General Obvious

Poetry won’t feed the hungry

Songs won’t stop the war

That painting’s doing nothing

to combat global warmth

but in between the barricades

I might steal a kiss

just to remember what

we’re fighting for, general obvious

I used to think everybody

had rich interior lives

that art was an aristocracy

where everyone could fantasize

now that I’ve been in the trenches

longer than I can count

I see that the struggle starts early

and never really stops

now that I’m in the trenches

with my six feet blown off

I’d expose my lovers early

as life begins with art

Bugolgi Apparatus