Poem: Utilities

I sit again and think
Interrupted by the sharp knife of
Sweet words and affection
Take a sledgehammer why don't you
And tear down this wall Mr. Gorbachev
My own personal ideological dichotomy
And an overt and overly
Developed sense of vanity
So what thoughts are before me
What do you see that I see
When can we live as we breathe
  Never.
      Soon.
    Eventually.
    But because of extremity.
  Are you sure?
      Perhaps.
    No.
  Of course.
Battle, battle, little mason jar bugs
And don't question the spoon that brought this
And don't question who shook the jar
- Peter