since the hoarding boards'
need defying gravity
bleed was first seeded,
(from craftily grafted apples
on "honest" George's barren
no knowledge of tree)
Rip van Winkle
could have
happened on
his ciderlogged senses
twice.
yet there's still a call
for disabusing
the besotted, beslotted
"exceptional" lot
of
that trickle
down
nonsense
(in its fenced
dense whenceness
of
pretensed recompense,
shriveling the roots
round
a spurious roost,
stalled
within the walls
of
freefalling rot);
all thanks
to
the racist tasing winks
and toasted blinkin' nods
of
a god and country,
Bonzo-jammied,
nearly binned,
timey-wimey movie star.
the same tailored identity
from
the veiled, bailed stables
of roled and doled,
unavailing fables
who
ushered in
the decades trolling
swan song
of
bipartisan angled
newfangulation
for
the bankrolled gutting
of financial regulation,
the Star Wars
rehearsed,
rogue force coerced
slight of firework
resuscitation
from
the dampened
unAmerican ashes
that witnessed
Southeast Asia's
mighted right tided
"accidental" envirocide,
the whack a mole hammer
rent-a-gangland-assassin
zombie attack on democracy,
fire bombing
clinics and kindergartens
in
downtown Managua
(derailing the Sandinistas'
programs for the poor
to "make them less popular",
back in the longed for,
normal halcyon,
when
'liberal' eyes
still couldn't see
Central America's children,
and
the blind leading lights
of lesser practicality
reined in cruelty
to starve them),
and
first yeasted
listing
last,
the sacredly sanctioned,
benevolence spired,
patriotic fired,
earlier (Republican sponsored),
channelling incantation
of
Boris and Natasha's
"Evil Empire"
van of teed
humanity
and
sanity
pyres.
(and yet,
the warrantless currents
of CIA embedded,
"protection" racketeering,
brokered
and
stacking,
pac tracking asses
are
hooked on a nook
to his right.)
i expect he'd be rolling
in the pre-Putin clover
polluted by his
rootin' tootin' grave
if he could
plausibly remember
just where in the hell
'Mommy' parked it.
it was, of course,
Hollywood
that
did America's
lurid
blared apparency
of
rumoured conscience in.
(whilst the collateral
lateral blowback
of vatted sabbatical karma
killed,
shilled,
or elsewise stilled
its
collective unconscious outright.)
a century of systematic,
manically canted,
cinematic fabrication;
a mounting fount
of filtered elixir
and class recast,
glassily Jurassic,
magic elastic;
a slicked inundation
of snickery,
flickery,
affixing lubrication;
a masterly plaster
to
intoxicate disaster;
a vacant glare
on gaping,
materialistic stairs
airing those
unsparing,
alpha abetting,
bromanced bromides
and
sly tidying asides
in the nonstop
cropping,
crowd pleasing
or flopping,
stilted and tilting,
caulked and gawking,
hilted hawking
of
"center"folding slides,
profit's
plying criers
and
scarcity's wares;
all of it devised
to stably enable
a
preoccupied,
ideally contrived,
idol glided,
hived and pridified,
wide-eyed
abiding
of
self righteous genocide
self satisfied
on
a slivered and slavered,
colour coded,
soul imploded,
"progressive" possessive
screen near you;
its hatched, rashed flashes
of thee i sing sheen,
all the bling it can fling
from
loomed curtained strings,
and nine kinds of mean
spun from
pornographic
rugged and "independent"
(less the networked fretwork),
plugged,
shrugged,
and
dependably drugged,
rug tripping,
context skipping,
bootstrap trapping,
goodwill scrapping,
fog beat dog,
no law
but
self interest,
barking mad
and marketing binged
with "someone has to pay"
justice-hinged-revenge,
gun totin',
spite gloatin',
(empathy verboten),
respect quotioned,
"goodness" potioned,
Ayn Rand darned,
make my day
and
yank my scrotum
vested Western yarn;
*
descending,
unbending
from
those first
nothin' up our
libertied sleeves,
action packed,
prequel plaqued,
pre-existing cover ups,
twisting berefted,
hearthstolen fathers
of future broken children
("get 'em while they're nits"),
grieving for assassinated,
(then as now)
eloquent leaders,
for empty stomachs
and
the knowing destruction
of
respectively observed,
brother dis-othered,
ruminating nations,
for the rooting out
of honestly realized,
individual freedom,
for the cash strapped soldiers'
infanticide incentive,
paying twenty five dollars
for little ones' scalps,
and
for mothers and sisters,
blistered in sleeping robes
or
lingered in private parts
(adorning
the blue and the grey's
notched belts and saddle bags)
into
tritely scanned,
de-tongued
and lesser manned,
whooping
and sudden tanned,
incompetent "bad guys",
falling seven
to a single bullet
before John Wayne's
arrested manhood
(even though
those weapon wielding
lesbian lovers,
Lozen and Dahteste,
and only a dozen
fellow followers
of
Geronimo,
with children in tow,
threadbare in the snow,
kept headlines screaming,
Washinton's apparent
"opposition" reaming,
and
multiple regiments
of fallow freedom's
truly slewed blue coats
at bay
for years.)
*
switching beholden,
spiked reels
of feel good film,
never missing
a simpering,
hollowed be
thy
shallowing step,
the
preening Southern belles,
extolling old glory's
pouting redoubts
of
unbridled
idled selfishness
festooned
as breezy romance
on a chilly,
magnolia frilly,
peccadillo platter
its spirit filled in
by the tainted haints,
lurking in the whitened eyes
of frightened minstrels,
shuckin' and jivin'
to hide their measured necks
(before misted history's
right marching
iniquitous ubiquitous
bending, trending,
friendily vending,
"local news",
taking mugshot dictation
from the beefed up,
roving slave patrol's
deployed boys
in black and blue,
took over
mindless conformity's
typecast maligning
of uppity minorities
for its
brights are on
but we're the only
"us" at home,
dead white people
seeing eyed audience.)
*
and, picking up
the teaming,
steamrolled theme,
fending off
all that mysterious,
oriental menace
in its
sinister and jaundiced,
Buck Rogers laundered,
archly slanted mascara,
the rat-a-tat-taps
trampling the anthills
of rat-infesting japs
sprouting like
bobbing,
inscrutable mushrooms
or
number two sunned,
lesser evil crouts,
(brazenly daring
to emulate
the advanced and godly
colonising drive
of the pigment deficient),
whose strafed and crumbled,
cindered neighborhoods
and
residue on marble steps
proved
so easy to carpet
with bombshell bonds
and victory blondes,
Betty's
gabled staples
and
Gene Kelly's feet,
and
conscientiously unconscious,
country first dough boys
earning
"payload" flinging
angel ringing wings
(photoshopped
with
re-imagined narrative
for that halo spun,
after the fact,
pre-skated pro-semitic,
concentration on camps);
framing forever
the painted
sainted romance
of a 'good war'
(with its seventy
to eighty five
million dead)
in
that dated,
thickly pated
greatest generation's
exclusively burrowed,
transplanted Euro furrows
of
dew eyed nostalgia;
staving off
the ever present threat
of trickle down democracy
(scrying
evolution's revolution
in the soulful tramp
of boll weevil tolls
and
brotherhood's uncrowned,
chiming misspent dimes)
with
incorporated
mass destruction
and
industrious devolution's
austerity taxing bonanza,
that ultimate gift
that never stops giving,
the tinctured and fixtured
picture postcard,
dyed in prised wool,
starkly delineated,
bisected, directed,
and
never self reflected
precedent evil
(notwithstanding
the bullies'
ensnaring provocations
rifting the Pacific
noose's rim,
the leaked assurances
to Churchill,
in his bleak midwintry
empirical patch
of hunset sun,
that the last chatted up
isolationist holdouts
would be on board
"any day now",
those same words
appearing
in kept on call
cabinet reminiscences
of the breathless
week before
the "surprise" attack
on
America's spoiling
(typically stolen) soil,
the Nazi inspiring,
elite meet'n'greet
pure race symposiums,
sent packing Jewish refugees
and
protected, unsuspected,
co-owned investments
in weapons manufacturies,
the dead Russians and Germans
Roosevelt toted
till the masqued red math
on
bloodbathed steppes
aligned his
"full spectrum dominance"
design entwined mind,
the Greek and Italian,
communally inclined
heroic foes of fascism
altruism's
exemplar temple
of righteous coercive force
promptly slaughtered
after the thrall installing,
proudly shrouded war,
or the race to rescue
SS mad scientists,
imported to serve US "interests"
in the Johnny comes marching home,
nick of pride-styed justice's
stymied wimied time
sealing the looming,
beta testing fate
in the capital of capital's
cauterized "backyard"
for
thousands of
independence yearning
disappeared and
tortured haunts
whose parents seem
so happy
cooing in dozing,
'South American Way'
La Cucaracha jaunts,
posed amidst
the pre-dawned innocence
of US spawned
serial imposed coups.)
*
and on with the relentless
galloping vamp
of
ramping can do cant,
the double barreled
us and them herald
good guying of spies
in capering vapours,
and the smoulder
of hooded, 007 sequels,
bonding thrills,
spills, edgy kills,
reckless trains
and catered brains
to
the insatiable desire
of power bedazzled,
buxom bunnied
energizer sexism,
packaged
in those
hands across the pond,
right thinking English speakers'
apple pie and strumpet
homages to espionage;
burying fraternal thought
in
the exotically blotted,
trotted out subtext
of
demonically dotted,
socialist sublet plots;
barely discernable
from the massively
canned,
desensitizing cannon
of patriotoxic
DIY documurderies
on
just what to do
with dehumanized extras,
heaping infecting
injections
of
America's trademark,
scaffolded
and
pockmarked,
reverse vectored
threat projection,
guttering
the spluttering telly's
chipped off the
chopping schlock
genres of drama,
fantasy
and science fiction
in
one singled purpose,
fell knelling dell,
blasting its lasting,
(disconnection is the
wherewithal of sin)
fratricidal spell,
saving Uncle Sam's
Jack the Ripper
Colonial fan club
from its haremed,
and scarem'ed,
randomed phantom
fighting back victims,
making that
old time religion,
greatest sated,
black and white,
in the right,
blurred and slurred
perspective safe
for
NATO, Robocop,
and Sylvester Stallone,
(and for
complexed,
homosexed,
homicidal clones);
only the beginning
of the full-on frontal assault
of macho buffing,
snuff truffling,
play along at home,
thumb strutting,
hormone humming,
insecurity drumming,
raised
Cain splaining,
game of armchair stoning,
bone enthroning,
emotionless drones;
paving the quivering,
appropriated air
for the light boggling
midnight raids,
sporting hand
on bordered heart
extravaganza stanzas,
and jeepers GI special effects;
leaving that shaded
awakening trail
of
traumatized children,
shivering in urine,
their frantic hunted eyes
forever riveted
on
undermined skies;
and twinkling
those CNN spokestwinks
in
their 'presidential' sighs;
mesmerizing
the god of wrath's
sown, droned, honed and rezoned
"eternal global battlefield"
with a fourth of July,
no blood or gore in sight,
Star Wars
caved and paved
high tech see it and say it
still there, stellar blasts
by
the pawns's benighted blight,
bombs bursting everywhere,
leaving not a doomed
or domed
space on earth
to
spare,
free from freedom's glare.
*
(or "the Lord")
be with you
(but not also,
alas!
unto any of
"them")
for, as with the bussed in,
millionaire decked
Redskins or Dodgers,
so with the stolen "homeland" team,
"winning" reupholstered,
identified esteem,
dumbed
and chummed
and
defensively battened
down
by
commercial churning,
bridge burning,
magnetically towing,
opposing poling,
"we're the good guy"
binary blindering posses,
spurning the lessons
it ought be learning,
ogles the world in its ravenous sights,
assigns all heretical
and theoretical "rights",
and
levitates
the
bravery popcorn.
*
and it never stops coming,
for recently improved,
it's
newly behooved,
steeped in heaps
of
pitted
and
slitted,
fitted
resistance scorn.
man!
it's a muscling and sexting,
pumping ice cream dream,
these
never ending blockbuster
Super Powered
Heroes
flickering shoveled porn;
showing the lunatic fringe
how genocide is borne,
and soulsick presumption's
tick-tock flock
of
shock addicted,
crock inflicted,
pander scripted,
"sole" "indispensable" stock
how
assented,
assisted mass suicide
gets
woven into culture
and
handsomely worn.
which leads us, of course
to that
par for the corpse
Commander and Chief
of freedom's farced force,
and all the way down
plighted denial delight's
righted slide
of
branding sanded history
to lowest common dominator,
instigator,
designator,
terminator,
and
reality show despot.
America,
home of the
bargain basement
Barnum
and
Bailey,
thin the rabble daily,
blow away authority's
anointed
"bad guys" gaily;
spectrumed by abortion,
voting through extortion,
diplomacy contortioned
(from the depths
of dis-proportion),
competition fissioned
into
factioned inaction
(anything
to
protract
the racking
of distraction);
perception exceptioned,
culpability exemptioned,
empathy attritioned,
introspection malnutritioned,
morality tinted,
compartmentalized
and minted,
democracy misconsented
and
routinely unintended,
slavishly unrepented
reciprocity contravented,
hypocrisy unrelented
(though ironically unscented),
constitution intervented
by the willing and demented,
forever re-inventing
the betting
on the netting
and
the tenting
of the venting;
multiplex crankin',
objectified and spankin',
cruelty peakin',
perennially fakin',
focused on hocus
whilst the future is forsaken,
commonality undertaken;
warcrime laden,
leaked and reekin',
flankin' planked,
and think tanked bankin',
pryin' and lyin,
and humanity stakin',
rakin' in the taken;
coded speakin',
bringin' in the sheep,
nasty streakin,
sleekly deaconed,
preyin' and mislayin',
"i'm sure you're mistaken",
who's got the bacon
beacon
where it's all done without mirrors.
and the captivated,
and
celebrated,
the inundated,
and
enervated,
embraced
and
erased,
placed and traced,
the paced and spaced
with a pasted
happy face,
the winnowed and winsome,
and
apparently
asleep at the wheel,
the let's make a deal,
sealed with zeal
and
dangling
from
the
real,
flagrantly defrauded
yet
invincibly convinced,
lauded and applauded,
deity crowned,
heroically renowned,
incomparably awesome audience,
always claps at the end.
*
- Evan Hawthorn, the 22nd of December, 2018
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