a sickness, as now, pestilent
this discourse of limited intellect,
a fucking madness
gripped to our bones, ripped
into flesh as muzzles flash
thots and pray'rs scattershot, falling
short of any god willing
to listen with deaf ears ringing with gunfire.
knees taken in prayer protest (needs
need meeting). and bodies lie bleeding
like national sport, a game
for flag waving obfuscation. twitter
is a 140 character hurricane
blowing your lazy ass to kingdom
come; get your entitlement right
here in line to be sacrificed
upon the second commandment amendment (first,
bear arms, then hit send). maybe
it's the guns that are going crazy,
not the sadly estranged man
incapable of terror. he certainly
didn't learn about mass murder
reading bibles. perhaps we should
pray more, more.
a scar spangled banner, under siege
by racially divisive knees. the world's
most powerful military, bitch slapped
by peaceful protest. utter disrespect.
meanwhile, the discarded soldier sleeps
on the street, forgotten, absent
from the recruiter's pamphlet, in no way
disrespected by the punters. help
is a four letter word, just like amen,
or dead, or lost, or, you know, like
FUCK
!!!
democracy, dressed in riot gear, like
spain, like venezuela, like
the nfl. these death pangs
of old, rich, white motherfuckers, the ones
who eat the whole fucking world
and stick you with the bill; the strange
wind blowing their old world view
away, a freak hurricane, godless, gay,
multicultural, just had an abortion, voted,
and is definitely unarmed.
science and rationalism are fake news, so
the climate must change around all that, so
to speak. we live in a cold fact universe, here,
on the verge of totally fucked. thankfully,
it's fake news too. hillary's emails indeed did
not contain any evidence of hugh hefner's
redeeming qualities, but did contain one
large elephant, dead from its summer
of record heat drought rainfall fire flood, in the
boardroom, a bunch of those aforementioned
motherfuckers holding the second amendment
in their smoking gun hand, wiping up
the blood with a shit stained copy
of the paris climate accord. (actually,
the smart ones in the audience will know
it was really gay marriage that killed him.
god's wrath and all that)
welcome to the end of the world show, there
will be a fireworks display in pyongyang and
live tweets from whitey's house,
1600 pennsylvania ave. muslims may not
travel to the after party, mexicans can
wait outside, angry blacks can
choose a different time and place
when it's convenient for the rest of us,
and the rest of you just man up and
grab 'em by the pussy. it's what men do.
like all the killing, the murdering, the raping,
the silencing, the shaming. like a fucking
science, man. detailed.
perhaps, then, conversation, as in from latin:
"act of living with." such constraints
we learn, to become unthinking,
even as language is a depth of expansion;
to become unfeeling, unsympathetic,
even as our blood is all common
to each other. we have yet to see
the worst of ourselves. we have yet
to see the best either.
