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