another speaking portrait, oh fisher of consciousness, thee!
and yet, alas,
i cannot pin it up
(as has been my curious wont for ever so long)
at least on that
(state plated plaque checked
compartmentally caged)
facebook page.
for i've been summarily ejected therefrom,
for going and sharing a wordless cartoon
(in which a US-flag collared hand
pushes a traditionally uniformed
Ukrainian soldier
into
a consuming inferno.)
*
it's ever so ironic,
but i suppose quite telling,
that after all the raging honesty
smithed by my musing pen,
and all the verboten articles
by (too helpfully informative)
persona non grata
Alfonso the mouse has managed
to cleverly slip in,
the (we define the) "community"
normalised groping
dissention roping
conscience eloped
robotic zombie thought police
for
the wagon circling collective west
("us" against the unpeopled rest)
finally aimed
those
memory hole paved,
narrative staving,
validation craving,
reflection concaved,
common humanity waived,
domination entempled,
("authoritarianism" dissembled,)
connection unsampled,
creativity brambled,
disrespect for others entrenched,
(no unreined eyes in this teaming bench,)
the wrench of incompetent failure stenched,
"liberal" and "conservative" carafed,
democracy stuffed,
independence bluffed,
rebuffed "others" cooperation
snuffedconformity ratcheting silencers
on this
borderless hearted
muse possessed
wily
elf himself
for having
transgressed
a
simple eloquent image.
*
* sigh *
*
- Evan Hawthorn, (the day after the posse parked)
[the visual aid ensconced at the top, (Mister Fish,"Rest in Peace or Else")
is his newest painting; the setting, if you will, on which transpired
this very latest muse inspired truth unbriared responsive poem.]
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