one could almost catch a qualm
in that breezy mainstream's
incorporating balm
for the travails
of the Empire's
enfablers "of record"
in their tug of war
with their very own
register ringing Frankenstein
were a skull and crossbones
not tailing the haunted sails
of their self-proclaimed
flaunting
of
journalism's banner
(in that
pale propped banter
of
blindering shades);
and if that trail of tears
for the death
of untolled millions
wasn't leaving
a telltale
crimson trickle
in the
undisclosed stains
of
their patriotic veils;
or if Julian Assange
wasn't
voraciously nailed
by the selfless integrity
of
achilles-compunctioned heels
to dictation's
gunwale punctured,
enabling stable of rails;
proof in the crosshairs
of the enmity
aroused
by informing
We the People
of our lording boards'
unmentionable
"representational" crimes.
*
and waving
their
wailing postcards
the
embedded abettors
have suddenly discovered
orphans in our midst
from the selective pews
and demonizing pulpits
where sainted protection's
genocidal anthems,
incarceration masses
and
unresponsive demeanings
ring from the
never aftering
rafters
of their
lesser evil
off-white children
sacrificing
steeple.
*
the reason
the
bugged, rigged,
and nuclear rocketed,
trillion dollar-shortfall pocketed,
intelligence-impugning,
constitution-pruning,
election-immune,
deeply
entombed
Eternal State of War
has left the Buffoon of Oz
in front of their
curtains
content to only pester him,
despite his embarrassing
casting off
of the
Emperor's old gloves,
and their objections
to a fanatical
sabbatical
for the assassin anointed
war queen
(the objective
of all those
mercenary valentines),
and the glimmers
inconsistency
shimmers
on the disowned,
then
intoned,
uncertained berth
of the white man's
bruise cruising
Euro-burgeoning burden
for regime changing
all the
lesser vested
peoples of the earth
must surely be
that they
daren't look
their gift nightmare
in its
puckering,
suckerfed mouth
when he's
turned out to be
such a
perfectly prospected,
incisively divisive,
invasively invidious,
sublimely infectious
distraction;
the obtuse, crowned papoose
who cooked
the spruced goose
laid
by the golden clown;
almost as divine
a
falling in their
laps,
halo arraying,
manna
from that angry god
in his
vengeful heaven
crusade-paving
miracle
as was 911.
so naturally,
he's covered 24-7
by supporters
and "resisters",
culpability
redactors
and
myth
persisters,
and all of irony's
peer-pressings,
war whores,
and
plastered
reenactors
attending the bouncing,
bubble-headed
star-spangled ball
of
vile,
viral
mouthpieces
that dependably skirt
liberty
and reason's
decades in the calling,
stalling and
falling
spiraling pall.
in light of such
a conformist-vectored
hectoring spectre
allowing one's focus
to be riveted
on the rantings
of the
uncontested
ratings maven
and
craven preying strumpet
is a
pornographic form
of
lemming-herded
obedience.
*
the deceptions of choice
for the fiction addictions
of septic paranoia's
traitorbait dystopia
amoungst
exception's
chosen
"indispensable"
enervation-nation
hooked to their
screaming headlines,
tapped apps,
and mainlining,
misleading IVs
whether the junkies believe
they're receiving
"the news"
from FOX, CNN, or NPR;
whether emptying heads
with biblical potions
on the gateway
to the beltway
of
ludicrous notions
or only inhaling
from local blonded bimbos
prejudicial presentations
of raced in crime;
whether snorting
distorting contortions
and
the smack
of lax proportion
that surrenders
independence
to the
doping agents of aristocracy
or the full blown fantasies
on broadsheets for white sheets
hanging
something wicked in the wind;
whether rhyming
adulation
for
appropriation
with the chiming Times
or
Pravda toasting Post,
or Rachel Maddow's
single-minded homage
to
warrior-buffed
zombie-restuffed
us or them
McCathyism
they're forever
being fitted
with carefully
constructed,
binary tinted boxes
(which has always been
the purpose
for stealing
our Commonsenting
airwaves
since the brainstorm
of broadcasting
vended its inception
at precisely the season
when the seeding of "treason"
uprooted
the
living
knowledge of trees.)
*
the toxic reeking vapours
hypocrisy's
dolled-up doxies
curl
in sanctioned unfurlings
of
ubiquitous
inconspicuous wallpaper
are always evident
in a million subtle things,
but rankly obvious
in what's
uniformly
overlooked.
even in the method
pushed subjects are broached
an un-teamed i
can see
the coasting encroachings
of privilege
being coached
as compoundings
resound
and "interests" seep through.
*
but boxes
must have "sides"
for identification's
teeming
and
steamrolling's
seeming;
for divvying
remaindered
citizens
in the
slight of spite's
night;
for insecurity's
anchors,
simplification's
sanding,
and Wall Street's
dispiriting,
disoccupied rebranding.
yet,
being boxes,
it's in their lot to block
perceptions
of dimension,
memory hole abstentions,
and unacceptable,
unconventioned connections;
let alone
the unclasped grasp
of complicated realities,
uncongealing fealties,
and
unexamined frailties;
or the last gasp
chancing glance
of
self-serving fallacies
and
duality's causalities;
not to mention
those
obfuscated roots
the powers that own
don't want
the people to see.
*
all the
screening gizmos,
seeing
eye drones
and i
i
i
phones;
all the watcher watchers,
conversation splotchers
and concentration
botchers
are shaped like
flattened little boxes,
like the fenced in
pretenses
so offensive to the earth,
or the ridges
of worth,
that wrongness
or righteousness
brace
inside brains.
they don't even
try
to hide
their built in dearth
of emancipation's
imagination.
*
the bottom feeding,
stone bleeding,
compassion weeding,
Alzheimered elephants
in the room
and the CIA-threaded,
war crime-indebted,
photo-op-wedded,
prevaricating donkeys
drowning out our doom
as "the two practical options"
form one such
box
themselves.
for
the crucial thing
about
boxes
is,
viewed from within,
there's no way to see out.
and thus,
like the useful lie
that communism ever existed
(in its totalitarian usurpation)
kept socialism
at the
capital of capital's bay
so, too
the shattered
shaken box
of hard-wired resistors
construe
a defense of the
only
bad guy
they're capable of seeing
in the evil revealed
in those "Democrat" detractors'
attacks on diplomacy.
but such is the myopia
of Lilliputians
and Blefuscudians
when their cataracts
have gone untended
for generations,
whilst nursing their offspring
in the rivers
of spoonfed denial
next door
to jealous godliness
and adjacent to
Aryan complacency.
*
despite the cloaks
of freedom
and tropes of democracy
yoked to
the lynchers
of Julian Assange,
squeaking in the spokes
of circus wheels
under
the brokers
of broken hypocrisy;
notwithstanding
all the sundered hides
they
strive
to
stride
behind
ye shall know them
by what they cannot abide.
* *** ***** ** ***** ** ***** *** *
- Evan Hawthorn, the 20th of July, 2018
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