aliens waking me up
saying we heard the news
in our ears, soul free liberty music
singing from its entrapment
talking new glam
new regions shadows and plains
truly no longer a man
perhaps more than a wave
a pattern of steps
repeating endless variations
until played out
or improved upon
which i have done
at some instant
degradation may cause
more than exponential loss
almost always
altering more than imagined
worth at least a song
like wise a melody
afghan beeps twice
that capitalism empire
doesn't foster progress
only dependency
war as a policy program
leads to abandonment
and collapse
as the only means
to break bribery
Empire welcomes afghan militants
to its homeland just like its own
military to the police
love the psychosis of America
saying they recognize morals,
even responsibility
to a country they occupied
and hates them
kabul airport
will hopelessly be
a dim memory
of a prior scourge
a prior empire
w/o lasting _____
_____
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monkey is slipping forward
a shore, sand? appears
far away
a mate faces a shore
a glacier, its stream
wandering for a bear, a spirit
amidst the carnage, wildness, inhumanity
at rest from sail, from land
head slips back
into its lit darkness
smiles shadowing away
before the candle
all sand
bark on the ground
core eaten out
where the (Human) tree animal
alimber fell
where noone breaks
in a word Foucault could have
does the power have
intelligence intention, even intuition
these intervalla among quanta
for we be sovereign at least over that?
Nay, rascal, thy limits of reign
are in your clock, your heart
and its last unit
which is beyond your infant grasp
in this eon long drama
of roles farces and tragedy
where you are least of all
an audience
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
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
