><> the yanked roots of a strange discrepancy, coupled with an unruly apostasy of profiteth naught revelations; *<* (an unsoothing forsoothing of ruthen truth)

*[having come upon this statement
  whilst perusing the viewsings
  aired in the eddies of a gangweighed fray]:

* *** * ** * *** * ** * *** * ** * *** * ** * *** * ** * *** * ** * *** * ** *
*  I think we should just reopen everything.
*  Our society is full of "we're really just going
*  to let a bunch of people die" situations.
*  The answer has been a bored "yep" for my entire life,

*  I don't see why this should be any different.

* ** * *** * ** * *** * ** * *** * ** * *** * ** * *** * ** * *** * ** * *** *
  ...

*

in an inseparable peace

instilling an opened window,

appeared in a bird alighted

a hearkening to qualms
of the
balking falconer's

admittedly unwitting amanuenses;

imparting with a start,
felt in marrowed narrows,
arrowed
through the heart

this sooth is surely true.

*

certainly when
the walking dead referred to

are hyphenated Americans

with African ancestors
and burned out
tailed
tail lights.

or happen to tread
some off-colour place
in the
profit charmed
progress of the pilgrims'
rightless side of harm's way,

such as, for instance,
that of a vaulted guild of guilt
pet partners in colonial crime,

like the hapless unpersons of Palestine.

or simply wish to live
according to their own ideas,

under their own stars

like those adamantly
unrecognised cousins

(impositionally unblessed,
competitively unimpressed,
the narratives of
haloed independence digressed)

practically anywhere else.

say, under that golden state stealing
handed down ring of gringos'
racist and placist backyard boot

forever shadowing Latin America.

or in Southeast Asia,
where we wiped
the living things out
in multiple millions

for failing to obey
consumptive presumption's
gold ruled dictates

and still hold the
poison smattered,
heartshattered

survivors accountable

for the paltry
in comparison

deaths that matter

amoung those
adolescence damaged,
emotionally unsalvaged,

brain washed
or
indigent

uniformly pride bent

assassins we sent.

or,
then again,
fallen in amidst that
consistently amassing
"history" misted
blistering of bystanders

whose rifled luck has hung
"internally displaced" awnings
in the industriously coveted
new age dawning maw

wherever there might be
a
built
in supply
of
nails for the coffin
of elasticked plastic's
bombastic triassic suicidal oil
the owners of "democracy"
can
leverage.

none of which
over there geography

(of hoardings' boarded "global battlefield" Risk)

could possibly fail
to be dutifully,
indisputably,
dependably written off

by both of apparency's scripted "sides"

in that context repellent,
benevolence congellant,
mythically exacting,
impact redacting

abject abdication
of establishment
stenographied,
reality atrophied,
gentrified "journalism"

as yet more
infinitesimal drops

in the undisclosed bucket list
of the preternaturally astonishing
insurmountably uncountable mistakes

feckless good intention makes

buried in the bottomless graveyard
of instantly forgotten collateral damage

in the hedging gradations of shade
guarding the secretive gardens
of raked over responsibility

"accidentally"

"incurred"

whilst

 "protecting freedom."

*

and what lies

at the root
of this
strange discrepancy?

this tacit shafting
of
rafting shards
in a Puritan installed

sifting of "values"
set
adrift

in that "only essential"
City on the Hill's
sunset settling
of its ashes

rushed
to
dust?

what could possibly be
rupturing the rapting
in those
anxious flagging flaps
of
preventative perception's

clarity of disparity

temporarily contrary rift?

what could pluck discord
from the staid ennui
entrenched
in
the trance
of the
cognitive dissonance dance

in
the overlooked lee
of the resistant persistence

already so exhausted
from the plated
wading

waiting

for the return of normalcy,

hollowed out in the
hallowed be thy shallows,

following all that
must see tv,

as "justice" rumples its laundry,

impeachment impends,

and faith based "intelligence"

renders moot
its
ironically unprovable,

evidence free existence?

*

and the desperate donkeys bray,

incensed that the
strutting sTrumpet
in the used up capital
of abusery's
ramming capital,

pulling off those canny
manicured and tanned,
well spoken gloves,

bowing for the cameras
as the registers
sling their jingle,

draping the
sitting ducked tweeting canyons
with his loosing of cannons
that
nervously twitch
the deep perked smirks
of the
Masters of War
and mumming puppeteers

lurking behind the dimples
in
the "free press" of curtains,

has made it all
so
embarrassingly obvious.

hence the fallowed following
of implicitly complicit
vestigial liberals pray

for a bleary eyed rendezvous
with a dosing of nostalgia's
practically tactful amnesia;

for Saint Obama's
mellow and seamless
leakin' beacon dreamland

that jived with their delusions,

longing to see
only
the evil shown;

directed by the spotlight,

to bask in the contrast

given to projection;

warn out from that
wearying stint

mindlessly abetting
the share if you agree
impairment apogee
one
plus
resuscitation
of bugged
and
rug tugging,
cartoonishly mugging,

treason backed into season

latter day McCarthy zombies;

helping the order

restoring
sixties smiting CIA

silence

that perplexing

unAmerican onset

of Russian cootied dissent;

attacking the
risibly breezy barn sized target
of the incorporated media's
we only have eyes for thee
see monkey yeast Frankenbeast

from the deep seated
"Democrat" pleated,
bastion fashioned right;

stroking up the
of we we sing
tandem ragtime band

in a teaming unison
of benevolent dismay
at a strange government
in América del Sur

still attempting to cater
to the unprecedented,
courageously
tenacious wishes
of indigenous peasants,

as if that were a thing
real democracies,

(let alone primaries)

actually did

when,
with just a little help
from our 
"homeland" zoned
stone throne
sewn in oarless corps
of
bipartisan artisaned
yanking ingenuity
tetherers of a feather

say, coerced starvation,
rabble rousing thugs,
and a sponsored
coup or two

the European migratory
ring of robber barons
could be stealing
Venezuelan
nest eggs, too;

and most essentially
vital of all
to the
patriot baited,
paranoia ingested,
compounding
of
conquering,
divisive viral "interests"

both brands
of
bestselling box tops

are invariably for,

tightening the titans'
tilting stranglehold
for a last gasp clasp
of its we own the world
whirlirigged gig,

tanking life on earth
for its
sanctioned domination;

mounting a
wee willy syndrome induced
full frontal assault
to wrench apart
Death's temporarily
departed,
Union Jacked
and opium roped
arena in the Pacific,

staving off,
at least a little longer,
that inscrutable
silken road's
craving for dollars caving,
decades in the paving,
Global South inclusive

unbristling of the path
to
a
multipolar world

toward which
that yellow peril sequel

(the latest up and coming
dastardly bar Sinister
successfully independent
glaze pressed and roasted
Godzilla of the day)

escorted in the shelter
of the sprinted ahead
flexed nuclear muscle
of yesterday's
freedom fried,
homophobe strobed,
demonised
Putin

is so inexorably bent.

*

but lo!

our pricking of discrepancy
stemmed from the wickedness
of malignant contingencies
this way crumbed

lies unanswered.

for what could
stick in the craw
of such exemplary
ordering of law?

where all lives
are rumoured to matter,
yet the very concept
of rehabilitation
has
gone the way
of peace,

last seen at a wake
for the CIA assassinations
that turned those tables
for the peerless
warkeepers'
vested arrestings of destiny;

blowing out the candles
of history's wrongsided
sanity avatars
Martin and Robert,

heading off that
last minute
compassionate
awakening of John.

yet we need not ask
what our country
might not do
unto the
espied
it
despises

when the rockets' red glare
still tasers the air,

teenage boys athwart
the borderless spite
in might's righted sights,

in a gift that keeps on giving
from liberal sided Obama,

are presumed
"enemy combatants"
until they're proven dead,

and the battered tatters
of
for, by, and of the people
are brutalised
in the
militarised everywhere at once

ever more vicious
clamping down,
social distance winnowing,
soon to be
entirely stamped out

high crime of protest.

and
blast capped yeast
from the past
last,

blue clad posses
still roam the graphic loam,

working the shirking
of school unfunded
water starved streets
and
horror stricken pavements

in primed, cocked, and blamming,
sopping copped entrappings,
adolescent fantasies,
and super hero jammies

so handsomely commanding
at cinching the lynching
and prisming the prisoning

that drowns out and tramples

the choices
and
the voices

of the "them"

amoungst the "us."

*

yet still unpitted,

that dangling
partition
of
pity

stalled
in
scarcity's place

tugs and rankles.

strange discrepancy,

wherefore
pangs
thy sting?

what telltale
larking spark
could smoulder

in seeping keeping
with long discarded
remnants
of the
smothered other

in those barely clothed
woolen folds
of
empirical attired ire

disquieting
the entertained
and vanity reined,

unheard herd
of
privilege tillaged,
defense fenced,

pillage spillaged
and
protection pretensed

progressively possessive
blithe genocide abiders

smack in the midst
of their multiyear

circus of the scars
elective exorcise
in
futile
projectile
tractioned
distraction

(with nary a chance
the exclusively elusive
thumbing down the classes
privied trunks and asses

might ever interfere

with that good ole'
cowboy domi-alpha-nation
white god sanctioned,
mother of bombs' apple pie
and Washington's charring tree

sacred uninterrupted spree

of time out of mind
immune to election,
devoutly unrepentant,
religiously interventant,
blatantly unconscionable,
intergenerational
crimes against humanity)?

what could fly in the anointment
of the ever indignant ruffling
of well appointed feathers
on
that rare
and rampant,
liberty stamped,

red and blue blurring bird

that streaks the ominous sky,
sleep stalking
in the palely mined
starless midnight blight
of its two righted wings,

ravenously militant,

lost in the Reaper's
fevered dreams
of preened in America
consequence free
piracy,

power addicted
yet
impotent,

omnivorous for prey?

such uncharted
hitherto unhearted
slotted pot kettling
tectonic unsettling
can only be

instinct

with the unnamed terror

aroused in the
nightmare possibility

that
this
time

the pandemic

won't turn out
to be
properly patriotic.

that,
contrary to
relentless tradition,

and
notwithstanding
all those sadistic scientists
whisked from the Reich,

infecting more blankets
won't leave
the clutched intersceptres
of
"exception's"

"last great hope" unscathed

throwing into shocking
unbolting jolts
man-unkind's
infestly destinied,
rigor mortis fortified,
righteously hypnotic,
self-focus cloaking
perpetuating system;

rocking against
the blocking
of that cradle
to
the fall
flick slicked
craven staved
airwave conditioning
that
cornered all the boxes;

sinking the blinkered syncing
of locked intoxications
in the clogging rotted plankings,
banked on rankings,
and slinking tinkered tankerings

of
right thinking Americans.

for surely the bible...

the one that's parroted
but never read;

the one that led a holy man
to speak of love instead;

the literal one
that can't be bled
without interpretation

coined in smug Orwellian speak
for pandered exhortation;

the one where sponsors'
manna falls
in stalls
and
good news trickles,

that less,
(for us, below)
is more,

and two
(et tu?)
are always for

torturing the messengers
that dare expose
the
gods of war;

the one that gels so awfully well

the plumbed
depths
of
freedom,

a phantasmagoria
of
pornographic gore,

with the fife scored,
worth berthed
smiley faced mirages
of the duly
ruling annals
of
a fighting "for" lore.

between the lines
of oft thumbed
chapter knit befitting

that raison d'être
of a fetterers' begetting,

the revenge called justice,

(ever likened unto payment)

is naught but fell enforcery's

ensorceror of crime,

no less a rapt apprentice

completing the consensus
of murder's
olden scrolling
testamentary rhyme.

the cheering, thence
for justification's
crescendoed happy ends

in the century long
trending vendetta

of Hollywood's serial
bloodletting goods,

(spooled in popcorned
well-trod wends)

are leached in the ruts
of CNN's schooled

convincing observance
of
threatening dreads.

for such is the weave
eavesdropping assassins

embed inside distracted heads.

in the near nigh haze
of freebased yore,

under the droning,
somnolent gaze
of the
latest liberal lulling,

in the name of "security"

(that holy of holies)

the eyes of said justice retired.

yet the serving fervour
in the presses' cataracts
has always been chained
to
the pox that profit wired.

that needling camel
in the patriot sty
means the essence of "news"
must
needs
be
a
lie.

a handful of agencies
affix its agenda,

enthralling implanting's

spurtings of currented

numbing regurgitation,

like a trumpeting draft
for
the honeyed
lumpen trumping
of monied registration,

helped along
by the virtual rage
for
doubtful and shoutful
sprouting reroutings

in the tolled
knowing tolding
of
reflection's silken pall,

socially attended
by two clannily clefted,

seldom intersected,

followings of a bouncing ball.

lest Christendom's
authoritative
gentlemen dismay,

beyond the pulpit's
bullying sway
of contorted
accompliced coercion

declarations
of
independence

are spelled into a threat

enabling the miracle
of freedom's representative

splurges on destruction

rendering unto
fishes and loaves

robust opportunities
for the saddling of debt.

for as 'twas always written,

in the multiplying biddings
that heapeth Goliath's
prodigal midden,

beholding's surplus citizenry,

are unto thee
born again consumers

implored into vapid traps
in the laying up
of stores

for the futures' market

right
to
choose

chiseled in doomsday ores.

the wonders of chemistry's
incendiary arts,

depleting uranium's
undone unminding hearts,

hath helped the devil's spawn
of awninged fawnings lodge

the unravelling tenet
of chaliced denial

that but passeth
ellipsised lips

that genocide's karma

might be dodged.

once thy good
beneath
its
nation hood

was pride goeth crowned

preexisting communal empathy
was safely quarantined
in
better dead than read,

shrouding disconnection's
oligarch starched

miseries
of
mystery

in weapons pimps and talking heads.

the reaping of technology
a hell on earth transpired

since war is made on
hamlets now

as World War Lost hath sired.

yea Christian soldiers
have always marched
as to the censors' stacking pyres

yet Silicon Valley
pulls all the strings
of listening's reglistening wires.

and fanning those
myriad flames of fear

the con
is
in the spire.

for the prophets must knead
their whoring profit

from extinction's latest spores

till fulfilling of biblical violence
revolves through all our doors.

so can i get a witness
from starry eyed believers

in the bereft and right
directional pliers
of history's deceivers?

the bipolar beacon,

that twin beaked reekin'

self-appointed
sheriff
of
the
earth,

both punning
and
shunning evolution,

unfailingly smashes

from the occupied edges
of
its unexplored dearth

every
breath
of
spring unsprung's,

unstung tongued
unforking,

unrunging revolution

whilst routinely,
resolutely,
rootin'-tootly
from
its own

it's riveted subjects

are "left", "right"
and
"centre"

exponentially weaned.

for its flocks have failed
to
understand

what independence means.

and so the strange discrepancy

cannot
be
understood.

for neoliberated man

has no words left

to protect him
from his own good.

and thus it follows

as certainly
as death unto "others"
dusts the
rust sprinkled trail
of tax collecting heels

those eight hundred
bristling bases,

armed to the dragon
tombstone teething
gathering
noose of thorns

round the plethora
of
democracy's
disregarded borders;

that recourseless
remorseless
destruction induction,

that torched swan song
of
human independence,

can only be
interpreted to mean

"they hate us for our freedom."

whilst propositions
of equalitied,
resurfacing connection,

isolated
and
railed,

must be godless commie deviation

in the rant planted
shale slanted
appalling walled tales
of
profitless folly's
sorry charlie
good golly woe.

hence verily,

wearily unsparedly,

the no-brainer
no obstainer,

visionless paned,

humanity drained,

Cain trained "American" thing to do

is give in to the
reigning supremacy
of
unimpeachable irony

loading its familiar rifles

to piped in
pop star bangled tunes

shuffled in by
the dangled angles
of
pinhead dancing angels

in that unison
voiceless
void
of
choice,

and sign the dotted line
of
hooked
to a shining
vested breast

lone star on the right,

straight on
till
mourning

reassurance of enduring

validation's status quo.

*

blue eyed Jesus loves me,

this i ought to know.

he wants the world to end,
ya' know,
in righteous wrath, aglow.

the gated serrated West
is
lined
up
with its history,

hawking cherished tickets
to
a toasting branch
from a boasting bush
on a parasite patriarch's

better (less bitter) side,

betting in that vetting
of doctored upheaval
that
cannot but follow
the sea level rise

and the all
but unendurable
wrench of tumult

from
a fragile,
mother loved,

billion simmering cries,

that whopping dividends
piled up
in
lifeboats

without even
the
forethought of
welfare shouldered paddles

will somehow,

beating yet more ploughshares
into sticks
and
stones
and
blood,

hammer out floating rods

so the winning tinned din
of
that America first
cursing hearse
of
seated conceit
of a chosen receipt,

good guised criminals

might keep from
whipping
into
the tithed tidings
of
whirlpools

the
drenched
aback racks
of
broken in
galley slaves'

obedient attempts to row.

sincerely,

oh! so eerily,

the humming drone
in
CIA cell phones

tells me this is so.

*

- Evan Hawthorn, the overlooked ides of the severed ever