machines trusted so well in the 70s

to monitor, record, resource children 

in golf, tennis, adult games

of tight pain levered spasmic throttling

magically elevated by replay in slow motion

heady times

no alley for side thought

but the shelves bore fruit

western civ pulled through

its meme, a scheme

disinfecting generation slides

you know 

in each place

the vacuum of the role

2020 deserves some tragedy

the Fool under the lights

dances with Death to the seats

shouts some wisdom

about sinners and sense

comedy exit

farting at the Court

to Return as the King

atop a golden Tank

with family in the grip

Late Nite shootout

little tiny ads

sliced ready-made mix

for the "future"

nouveau richie riche

who can handle the living

who was jim rebelling against, marketing?

what have you got

these contexts surround

confound the garden path

who are "they"

did our book reading, philo "knowledge"

trap us in some heroic role

in some novalis script

with friedrich quiet in the attic

lou ecstatic on the ramparts

in the hills of holy wood

trump has proof

america can/will 

sell buy any thing

its the new religion 

maskvertise your face

before they/it billboards your mind

Come to Florina!

byways, throughways, even the highways

using the apostolic catatonic old ways

smoke and schmears

breathe in the poison

drink their milks

near all the virus bodies

in these caves of labor

re(gress)search the neolithic

come back monkeyman

 teach me to

    always know your enemy

no tribe anymore

no nation anymore

no religion anymore

so anyone claiming such

    is likely your enemy/predator

try not to think

smile and grin at my changing ground

lining up for spressochrism

to up the shift key

yet it will end

for the advertisers are the suckers

flowers evil for my attention

skeptics jack in the square

rolling barrels at the gentry

living lies and puffoonery

and children begging the corners

a tradition to uphold

of Nature laughing crying destroying

this growth the rocks and plants

in the tumult of thought change

Nature wields her scythe again

on gods sons and temples

in this land which comes alive

to new children new plans

artifice make up jelly tits

cruelty backwardness hoarding

to be buried anew

into oil and coal for otters to hew

America's legacy

its Declarations

its show, the colors, the screens

new models for old trades

looping and farming

fields of human endeavor

and fat hairless cubs

with an entertainer shine

where empire spilled

religions pale for a thin meal

feelings from 

feelings due

falling from an empire

whose culture grew you

whose only freedom

is to shout cry and beg

at the industrialized murder

in its trash Theatre of Crime

this sun's day

let us leave

come back in

approach with humility

the prospects of our community

our grave children deserve

from the prodigal returns

we hear the moon it self

shining in the flood tide

a bit of light

floating spright

to bring the breath in

amidst the sorrow illness horror

and my age ripping its ties

sing for a quatrain is sore and needed

scripturous fancies too long heeded

and how the robot calls

intellects execute

on the asphalt green

your gospel is the best sign

you have been forgotten

all this talking

beats on a line

before the storm squawking

flying off leaving nothing

but the air magnets tittling

when the trees dance

leaves prance and flutter

in my yellow sunlight

coloring all shades

am i still young

halfway only through the Act

scripted some time else

with lines to be read and where to stand

am I so tired

in course a consumer(ist) growth culture

            common(  ) 

            capital(  ) 

under observation

its hidden unspoken goal to attract subjects

to become a product

exploiting absolute

all time and life

of all the creations caught in the grid

where the key

is not to find it

and not wake up

language fails

doth it ?

or create mind a table

to be machined 

for its slot and code

before deleted and empty

in the recycle bin

where little (f)or nothing

escapes

power off  power

on a screen 

veiling the light

sitting again in

plagueland

all the smartest cutest

brightly colored young jobmen

in cafes sounding lounging 

as if they own luxury

as if they don't have to return

willfully playfully

casting about their shedding virulence

grabbing as usual

whats first

touting about it and rolling

over the bodies without glance

back to their fresh man philosophy

survey they skipped (the fucks)

leave them to the till

as we near the falls

the crack and the spray

 we all go down

and only they

end up in cinema

with their diseased roles

played by the newest

go getters

passing quickly

i look to my shoes

buckles string and skin

tanned and beaten

to walk for me

the long fence

1032nd from the rear

in the march from the sphere

from the clod, the brute

toward flames

release

air

when is the narrative so long used

it imperils perception, full communication

across boundaries

belief is most interior when not,

negating availability of choice

which is not a permitted application

prior to expiration

post photo

sign out

close account

delete profile

5 stars (for effort)

pay balance 

empty recycle bin

update required

antivirus install

version config.

password enter

time remaining

zoom over

the fat tyrant

naked of any ideals or mores

imposes his power

solely through its exhibition

before the fear and panic of the herd

a predator amongst us

best stay quiet

and so the animal mind

turns inward to the tools

down the halls

the best America can summon

to critique Nuremburg, goebbels

is their look, borrowed from genius'

in Vienna cafes

for they redouble the same measures

tightening smoothing the machine of

happy exercised fascism

for profit

should we  go into solid state

it will be so much harder to come out

we will

but noone in the world will help us

there will have to be resistance 

our 'enemies' now - last fighters for freedom

may be our only source of hope

china entering through the back door

or the front

such is the time that has come to me

writing to a hopeless vacuum

that as a child i knew would beset me

can i not exit

like so many violenceramas 

of  the screen

what is important 

your soul in vacuum

no limit to pattern perceiving

key fields of understanding

many bodies many lives

at once-

no way of knowing 

vested in 

yet cultured the curdle

sublimates transposes substitutes

begin a good way the path

imagine then see

the stream of trons 

science tells you is the only field

hearing it

smelling it

touching it

speaking it

forgetting it

 

song of summer with Delius
perhaps now music can be genuine
not for harmony only, sweetness
but for all represented

a real language
far more detailed
more expressive

for machines?
accentuated "people"
glad i left media
since these brainchines produce none
with their scanning

beyond time
their existence
having only heard there is an end
and even hope for it
knowing noone who has left
save those injured

True, my expressions
can be run as probabilities
selected, filtered, connected
by past behavior
yet not

there is enough Nature in me yet
irreducibly
their subjects, genres, forms
did not snare me
I roam free
beyond time too
for these are my playthings

whistle while you work
levers and teeth
do it silently
relentlessly

did you break or bend?
you are only a part
and I a whole

like Before
my people sang all day
all things
without dischord

already past
viral load will = your freedom
like a cheap noon after Saturday movie
where you're an extra
script in stone
probable cause?
possible disease

located & processed

stoppable at will
this moment is a media
best to think you paid for 
a movie, various forms of lighting
where you will produce the sound
waves ride

i don't watch bad movies
so if this goes off the rails
exit on the left
i don't need to see this
and don't need cinema

realization of the end
of your personality
will be acknowledgement
of a mask
in a series worn
higher and more humorous

at the end grace
omission of time
eternity
as existing rather
than persisting
catching the eie

letters on a page
numbers from the air
attend

pattern and pitch
emerge & note

emotion
reaction
masks