death of reason and love
in a socially democratic society
can give rise to fascism
to have always started
in the postal community
cave symbol-ists
churches of hurry
mechanical meander
drip liners sacred unleashing
of the savage thirst
and unintended consequences
imperial blind ambition
in the name of security
can mean a free nation
once was, now is
choked selfish
divisive measures
fences, siege mental cities
pitted depravity
lottery sanctuary
distrusting suburbs
every sort
of mobile coffin
lay-a-way life
news knows you/feeds you/are you doing enough
comparatively, well are you ... can I sell you, bright you
the what can I know you/you pretend to fight
wear masks I provide
hide in the alone time dark
you pretend to be yourself
think no one is listening
some one, you realize, like yourself
is always listening
so reality segues
vaudeville into meta data lies
you scream, chasing the Sun
you are listening asshole
so are they, the crumb shadow broom mafia
you give them bread and circuses
I tell shell monty happy to masturbate tales
everything for their imagined mothers
that you'll be ignored mostly
if you're lucky, stoned most likely
dug in a hole, center of town
onlookers, thankful they're not you
half buried, hands tied, head covered
black sack cloth like the executioner wears
only without eyes cut out to see
the death I am selling to the crowds, coming
to experience someone else's tragic bleeding ...
time emits spits you at it can you smell delirium
rain wobble gravy trains were almost mechanical perfection
spun clay tongue river explanations watch the mountains
the valleys keep meticulous logs, star dates painted when(s)
glide the slide rhythm of falling, calling and recalling
all injury free feelings you might have remembered enough
to tell in a story of how flying isn't always ascension
who did recon, what psy-op defences
have we up and running
none that anyone knew
so we read stories
splitting soldiers in two
gluing their humanity
back together again
humpty dumpty kingsmen and horses
faces coming home
from Vietnam or what war
your childhood was infected with
when all I/we/you/they/anyone
wanted/wants/willwant/desires/mostofall
happiness with purpose and serenity
an eternity
that
was
and
is appreciation
I had fallen in love with this cute tanka prescription-ist
she was refined finery fine silk smooth
all that I wanted
in physically arresting bliss
a cool cold pour
of watermelon
on a hot June day
every time
need arose
then the
dissonance resonance
seance and shit hits
we made love
I said we fucked well
she corrected me
I agreed
it was muddy
magical music
turn off the tv
she motioned
with her eyes
guile wet clay
I smelled
'something in her
I had to pay attention to ...
didn't they kill Pandora
when they stoned Hypatia...?
Post hijacking motherfuckers ...
I am done
with the you
that is me I see in
every fucking federal politician
please stop this mad whirled whorled world
you have made me and poem live in ...
EJR ©
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