in the vested West
(where hypocrisies
"democracies",
laundering
freedom's
apostasy
in
theocracies
"economy")
the carved and
starving uninformed
are uniformly fed
a despotically insistent,
covetously weeded,
consistently excreted
carcinogen drenched diet
from the spillings
of tillaged
pillage,
the cleaving rantings
of
dander expanding pander,
the misgiven leavings
of
focus atrophied
conceit,
and the
posh-sloshing
whitewash
of whole hog,
troth-betrothed,
vain-planed,
privilegesplained,
fracture-tractioned
and
faction-distractioned,
waning
reign
of
disdain
sustaining
brainwashing
(from worth's
turfed
indispensabled
birth)
tailored
to
hem
them in
by
the cloaked,
clocking blocking
of
stick beticked earnings;
the industrious churning
of angst-ridden yearnings;
a passive
exclusion
from
intrusion's
charred spurnings
(kept in reserve
for deeper
alienation's
hyphens and shadings);
and
the carefully
vectored
spectre
of
festering,
re-indenturing
securitied
insecurities.
*
every aspect
of
'popular culture'
sees to this;
the raison d'être
of
blithe exception's
snidely
prideful,
wild west
besting,
arresting investiture,
refined
blithe exception's
snidely
prideful,
wild west
besting,
arresting investiture,
refined
since the first
world
war
lost.
*
considering further,
the furtive
spurtings
of abuse,
a deafness
of pontification
at its
most obtuse,
and
the bobbing,
hobbling
syncopated
justification
for
absurdly
skirting
herdings
and dust laden contests
over blustering gusts
of illusory power
in the
"mine"
entwined
spiraling
lines
passed
for
parenting
from one
generation
to the vexed
perplexed
next,
factoring
in
the always on offer
ecclesiastic coffers
from
Reverend Fealty Feelgood's
magicked bag
of
fantastic elastic
righteously
arighting
and
reversibly emphatic
instructional, dysfunctional
illumined
masturbation,
depressions,
repressions,
and
sexting
impressings;
that aluminum sidling
of plastic didactics
manipulated
into
the tide minding,
bind hiding,
writhing,
un-abiding
sidewindings
of
religion,
the
wonder
is
that anyone
is halfway sane
at all.
*
a few minutes
consumed
perusing "the news"
or swallowing
the
desensitized
inoculations
and clone droned
normalizations
of those
empirical
indoctrinations
called "action films" or "drama"
(not to mention
exempt contempt's
discarding yard sale
of
distortion's purported,
monopolized "reality")
ought to convince
even
an accidental
unaligned peer
amidst
slipping gears
(with ears ajar
enough
to
hear
the knell
of
the spell)
that
forever out of season
proportion and reason
are scarcely apportioned
to the fell
common wells
in the
abandoned reeling weal
of dumbed-down dells
at all.
*
given the
copious, unseemly appendage
of discouraged,
upending,
undernourished courage,
unchanneled,
unfunneled,
unempaneled vision,
and relative absence
of pre-obsessed
shutter cluttered
"self"
possession
entailed
in
seeing past
the predictably human
predilection
for the inventive
preventative
pratfalls
thrust by
evasive projection
in order to grapple with
(or even
come to see)
the collective deceptions
conveniently packaged
by the
editing pitch
of the
oligarch patriarchs'
invasive
incorporation
of
patriotic lunacy,
from
where
i glance, askance
common
is
to
sense
as
military
to
intelligence;
the
"world's policeman"
to
equality's disruptors
discovering democracy;
the
clutch of "Christian" churches
to
revolution's outcast
founder of loveocracy;
and
Hollywood's
spoon-fed crooning
that crowned thy 'good guys',
(and bound those 'othered'hoods)
to
a
chance
happened
stance
in
step
with
fraternity
for the war weary
time of crime's
unrhyming of chimes
in that place without space
where angels
i
imagine
unentrance
the
dance
in a barely seeded,
rarely heeded,
desperately needed,
SuperPower superseded
incandescent drop
of compassion's unconditional,
wholly unconventional,
at long last
unexceptional,
humanity-infected
and
un-dis-connected
decency.
* ******* *** ******* *** ******* *
- Evan Hawthorn, the 4th of August, 2018
world
war
lost.
*
considering further,
the furtive
spurtings
of abuse,
a deafness
of pontification
at its
most obtuse,
and
the bobbing,
hobbling
syncopated
justification
for
absurdly
skirting
herdings
and dust laden contests
over blustering gusts
of illusory power
in the
"mine"
entwined
spiraling
lines
passed
for
parenting
from one
generation
to the vexed
perplexed
next,
factoring
in
the always on offer
ecclesiastic coffers
from
Reverend Fealty Feelgood's
magicked bag
of
fantastic elastic
righteously
arighting
and
reversibly emphatic
instructional, dysfunctional
illumined
masturbation,
depressions,
repressions,
and
sexting
impressings;
that aluminum sidling
of plastic didactics
manipulated
into
the tide minding,
bind hiding,
writhing,
un-abiding
sidewindings
of
religion,
the
wonder
is
that anyone
is halfway sane
at all.
a few minutes
consumed
perusing "the news"
or swallowing
the
desensitized
inoculations
and clone droned
normalizations
of those
empirical
indoctrinations
called "action films" or "drama"
(not to mention
exempt contempt's
discarding yard sale
of
distortion's purported,
monopolized "reality")
ought to convince
even
an accidental
unaligned peer
amidst
slipping gears
(with ears ajar
enough
to
hear
the knell
of
the spell)
that
forever out of season
proportion and reason
are scarcely apportioned
to the fell
common wells
in the
abandoned reeling weal
of dumbed-down dells
at all.
given the
copious, unseemly appendage
of discouraged,
upending,
undernourished courage,
unchanneled,
unfunneled,
unempaneled vision,
and relative absence
of pre-obsessed
shutter cluttered
"self"
possession
entailed
in
seeing past
the predictably human
predilection
for the inventive
preventative
pratfalls
thrust by
evasive projection
in order to grapple with
(or even
come to see)
the collective deceptions
conveniently packaged
by the
editing pitch
of the
oligarch patriarchs'
invasive
incorporation
of
patriotic lunacy,
from
where
i glance, askance
common
is
to
sense
as
military
to
intelligence;
the
"world's policeman"
to
equality's disruptors
discovering democracy;
the
clutch of "Christian" churches
to
revolution's outcast
founder of loveocracy;
and
Hollywood's
spoon-fed crooning
that crowned thy 'good guys',
(and bound those 'othered'hoods)
to
a
chance
happened
stance
in
step
with
fraternity
for the war weary
time of crime's
unrhyming of chimes
in that place without space
where angels
i
imagine
unentrance
the
dance
in a barely seeded,
rarely heeded,
desperately needed,
SuperPower superseded
incandescent drop
of compassion's unconditional,
wholly unconventional,
at long last
unexceptional,
humanity-infected
and
un-dis-connected
decency.
* ******* *** ******* *** ******* *
- Evan Hawthorn, the 4th of August, 2018
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