psalm to splinter the profit's stigmata

(a kneaded arising of spontaneous soliloquy;
an apostrophe salting an unrelenting, reasonless season)



and the wholly owned subsidiary donkeys sing,
braying that good old fashioned
rushin' "aggression"

the kind that ricochets on automatic
to bristle on its own
noose-encrusted,
ruse-rusted,
suicidal borders

yet, ever so adroitly,
in that distinctly American
inverse perfection
of deflecting projection

leaves the demented beacon's
denial-dented walls,
guilt-sluicing stalls,
and self-inflating halls
curiously bereft,

forced to resort
to their lore of distortions,
to borderless hoarding
and sporting and whoring,
and the mindless bore
of all that endless scoring

that seeps into pores
like a pornographic sore
from their piped-in
dreams of distraction.

and the chorus bleats on,
"everyone hates us
for the reek of our
freedom™."

tuning in that omnipresent
patriotic drip
with its alzheimer's refrain
that smooths haltered consciences
and smothers sodden souls

jingoist jingles mingle
on the Common's
stolen airwaves

dumbing the benumbed
bipartisan zombies
while turning their victims
into demons.

hence the "right side" of history's
rebranded legions
of channelled resisters

on finding themselves
strangely embedded
to blithe battalions
of perjurers, assassins, and spies,
redacters of record,
MakeOurDay groupies,
and trooping fallen angels

awaken into nightmares
and load their "freedom" guns.

i can't help hearing
in Moose and Squirrel's
binary-blindered
moldy-oldie
re-animation

the half-remembered ring
of independence-staining,
dissent-restraining,
proportion and motivation
abstaining and disdaining,
reason-drained,
gain-enchained strains

that familiar and delusional,
bullying echo
of the neo-persecuted
paleo-pale

hugging their threatened privilege
to persecute at will.

(that is,
at the preternaturally presumptuous
sole indiscretion

of that rare and
'indispensable'
incorporated will

wrought entirely
from the wreckage
of humanity's dearth

writhing in its profit-soaked cloak
of dominance-stroking,
defense-provoking,
treason-invoking,
equality-choking,
future-revoking,
bespoken,
brokered interests;

those quarterly compounding,
eternity confounding,
calamitous interests

betiding our undoing,
damning without recourse
to hand baskets or oars.)

by all means, Ms. Pelosi,
let's
"defend™
the "integrity"
of "our" country's
democracy™."

but oughtn't we try to find it first?

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- Evan Hawthorn, the 2^nd of November, 2017