inarticulations

I’m not that smart. Numbers-wise,
but I read. I read everything.
I see that you don’t
have time
I see that you form your opinions out of the ether used to make little
explosions in antique cars.
I’m not asking for cynicism
though the system is meant to bend us,
Or for you to ditch your baby Jesus.
but it’s so hard to see,
you begging for fucking authority
to feed you a bit
lead you
to sit, stay,
heel in your face.
spend even four hours in prison on a trumped up charge.
  smother your best love in dead faith
think about how you’re gonna hurt the person who put her there.
reach some solitary understanding through the mercy of grace
and form the word forgive.
the answer you get is,
for what?