(that dearly loved shadow gracing my bonfire)
*
while on its surface
this stumbled on meme
would seem to suggest
YOU and i play on a team,
such a steeled and reeling,
spiel congealing scheme
could
hardly be said
to
play for "our side".
in fact,
we don't even have one.
(a side, that is.
marginally discernible,
remotely in view,
with a roster of champions
to root for or vote for
in the toxic boxed pox,
gluing
the mainlined locus
focusing
all the hocus,
anyway.)
but nonetheless,
it's patently true
that the modern day
cathedralled Holy See
of multinational
corporations
exercise
the
power run rings
rounding the governments
they
buy and sell.
while those wholly zoned
stately dioramas
besieging the
commonwealth's
stripped and tipping ramparts
do appear to be
nominally in charge,
their castling moves
hemmed in
by the corporate
financed prance
of
corralled and tasseled,
hauled, stalled,
or
stonewalled,
robbing Pyotr, thralling Saul,
appalling beck and call.
also
like the king,
it can verily be said,
if their
fracturing
and
sanctioning,
war song hymnalled,
trickled down worth turfing,
malignantly entumouring,
humanity fractioning,
entirely rumoured existence
were abruptly
to come
to
an
end,
the game being played
would surely be up.
*
this brings us,
(like a scuffling sack
of insecured,
semi-conscious lemmings)
to
the identity slobbering,
civility clobbering,
conquistador throbbing,
marketing marquee,
"Commander and Chief of the Armed Forces"
(which dewy-eyed
and militarized
Americanized "folks" still call,
in that nostalgic,
pecking order checking,
three "independent" branches
tongue and cheek
sort of way,
"our president")
who,
despite his god given,
Obama confirmed "right"
to rain
exception's prerogative
arsenal of misery
and collateral plagues
on whomsoever he chooses
(without the tedious
rigmarole of a trial)
is hobbled and hounded
(and presently, astounded)
by the unelected,
rotely uninspected,
(grandiosely refracted
yet
assiduously unreflected),
globalized empirical hierarchy
of
serial unconscionable wealth;
that vetted setting
for colonial re-abetting
of the pure race netting,
pinnacled tentacles
of the Council
on Foreign Relations;
that deeply pocketed,
boarded and shaded
parasitical "State"
hopelessly devoted
to
"full spectrum dominance"
(a consistently insistent,
psychotically monstrous,
elephant headed,
ass embedded
lockstep unani-animosity
called
"foreign policy"
in its "protection" racket socket
at We the disassociated People
hurtling toward the precipice's
scantily reported extorted expense);
the blighted spirit Knights Templar,
Great White Hope exemplar;
those aluminum sided
might made us right,
mine's bigger than yours,
action figure Jesus
(with winking blue styed eyes),
righteous "good guys"
with their made in America
freedom guns
blazing
in
global warming's
spawned and pawned
bedazzling
suicidal sunset;
that trash amassing Euro,
hoarding pirates' bureau
lining misappropriation's
fortuitous disproportioning,
roofing and warping,
liability limiting
consortium of moneyed "interests"
which wields all
the pieces on the board,
deploys the same
militarized obliteration
of
criminalized protest
wherever their money travels,
tells the frazzled masses
what, when, and how
to think and talk about
(through those smart dictaphone,
stolen public airwaves,
Barbie and the boy toys'
vials of denial,
furnishings of burnished ploys,
auto redacting pacts,
trappings of sapping apps,
guilded guilt projection screens,
perennial repeating generals,
and rave paving,
evidence innocent headlines),
foots the bill
for both embezzling rings
in the dodo's quadrennial
caucus race
and abdicated fourth estate's
profit splurging,
reeking and leaking,
spurious jerk us circus,
supplies the legioned,
starless midnight ranks
from the unliving undead's
revolving door
of corporate zombie operatives
(to pen the leeches' speeches,
indict inequality hitching,
impending upendings of legislation,
and hatch democracy ditching,
electorate disinfecting,
tailored for seven at one blow
"free trade" agreements),
curtails incoming presidents'
non empirical or elsewise
honestly tinted inclinations,
plans the wars,
murders,
"regime changes",
or
hurls from the limelight
anyone that gets in their way,
and currently,
through the CIA
and those hack-n-stacking
"Democrat" PACs,
pulls the strings of "resistance",
handily keeping
the strutting attention deficiting,
blurting, subverting,
obstructing the perspective
of prospective deconstructing,
skirting and skating,
ratings plating,
'there ought to be clowns'
syndrome himself
reined in just enough
(when it matters to them)
to act "presidential",
which,
besides drooling the sighs
of stability's enfabling
stock stabling spokesmodels
(and Rachel bleeding Maddow),
shattering betrayals
of other peoples' skies
in technicolour dreamcoats
of gratuitous death,
is defined as
ignoring international law
whenever our betters'
cash registers ring
(in other words,
all the scammed
and damning,
rampant ramming,
bumptious,
presumptuous time),
like all right thinking
rogue "intervention" cheering,
vengeful god fearing,
'make my day' Americans
have always
been taught to do
(since the cowardly assassinations
of Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse
topped off the bomb bursting fare
at the centenary celebrations.)
for though he irks the masters
by shunning the gloves
of his better spoken
precedent setting predecessors,
he more or less
consistently haunts
the well trodden
sodden trail
of dutiful service
to an unforgivable,
peerless litany
of rapacious,
vindictive tyranny
relentlessly pursuing
any independent nations
still courageous enough
to raise their wearied,
traumatized heads,
like Iran or Russia or Venezuela,
or that America First
reimbursing hearse
sleepwalking nightmare
for the 'top of the world'
carpenter's set,
responsible for Obama's
unremarked Asian "pivot"
(those looming toll booths
on our inscrutable lenders'
yellowed and menacing silk road),
assuring the peerage
of golf outing and pouting
tax free investors
pining for the opium wars
with
the promising rumble
of domi-nation's ringing smack
eternally resounding
from the world's only Super powered
battering beacon and preeminent pimp
of whack a mole high tech hammers,
leader of the pack
of
globalized,
dis-industrialized,
thuggishly bullying,
genocide betiding,
austeritied
and
parodied "consensus"
(a meaningless term
if ever there was one.)
*
yet missing from this picture
(naturally enough,
in the slants of tracked lighting
from whence
these channeled and timed,
themed memes are induced)
are the alternate
planking,
staking and raking,
checkered and hectoring,
kingmaking chartered orders
of
bishops and knights,
those establishment affirming
shoed in, paired up parties
that,
in the chest pounding West's
so-called democracies,
have such crucial,
opposing hosing
predisposing
roles to play,
divvying up the consumers
formerly known as citizens,
loudly contesting
the few
(socially polarizing)
controversial issues
within the
vested interests'
allowable spectrum of dissent,
keeping the factions of pawns
manicuring those fawning
awned lawns
strung along,
believing they're
on contesting teams,
and
that their voices,
shouted into the gathering
wastes of gist
(virtually misplaced
in the hazings of mist)
play some part in all this.
*
what a comedy
this tragedy is.
and woe to those
who,
unflinching their gaze
from the
'only essential'
paragon of hypocrisy,
refuse their doled role
as
second pandered,
decorative pawn
to the left
of the righted center.
for never missing a beat,
the status latticed
ranking flanks'
self-policing,
practical priors pounce,
accomplishing
the preternaturally
astonishing
Orwellian feat
of convincing almost
half the people
every four years
that,
as peace is war
and less is more
(and the misledia's
staving chorus
has
something to do with truth)
there is no choice
in choice.
*
it remains to be seen
whether
that manifestly destined
Mad Hatter alarm clock
con man's con man
unleashed upon the world
by the capital of capital's
preexisting
whiteness inventing,
self obsession tenting,
Frankenstein "culture"
has actually upset
the final innings
of
denning and dinning,
idolized winnings'
descending
spinning
top
or is merely
a correcting nudge,
like the devil
in a Christian church,
meant to reinforce
simplistically rigged
diametrically imposed
obedience
whilst unfurling
the curtains
of treason's season
to
effectively silence
any
yet to be trampled
(demonized or unexampled),
radical yearnings
for sanity.
*
i suppose it doesn't much matter.
it's not as if those
commercialized,
youthanized,
alpha-betised;
distracted,
abstracted,
and
texted out of context;
brains braced,
plunder paced,
independence defaced,
culpability untraced;
compassion disfigured,
defenses on simmer
eternally triggered,
presumption inferred,
pretenses de rigueur,
reality entirely reconfigured;
competition fissioned,
diplomacy inquisitioned,
brotherhood
of man
disowned and partitioned;
resort to violence deified,
authority
inordinately reified;
reciprocity restrained,
gratification splained,
blood stained
and
infotained;
electifried
and
blithocided,
isolated islands
called "Americans"
are still
connected
to each other
in
a meaningful,
(threatening to the threat abettors)
way,
to be capable
of
hitching a stitching
of
bespoken yoked shoulders,
in harmony
with all those
unrecognised voices
of
their overlooked
and forsaken
sibling survivors
of the fell
aching knelled,
hole
never filling,
spirit misplaced,
unrepentant
inheritors
of colonialism's
self consuming fences
and
depleting bony grip,
to at last face down
the vanity of humanity's
incapacitating captivators
in a real live
honest to goodness go
at
making an actual difference
for the fragile
broken children
of
a hemorrhaging earth,
before they're pridefully,
resignedly,
complacently and vacantly,
patriotically herded
into that strange new,
weary of déjà vu,
searing dawn's
yawning,
pawn fed abyss.
*
- Evan Hawthorn, the 31st of January, 2019
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