heading down the hill
when the bottom dropped out - -
towards the rippled pond
when the leaves dropped from the
trees Autumn killed - -
the wheels turning until they disengage
and the nude spectacles toast
each others’ brilliant forms of misdirection - -
no one person believed that the pale faces
coming from the east would wipe
clean a genealogy - -
that the iron stallion billowing
steam from his nostrils
was a Holocaust without
Media coverage - -
yes... our Fore Fathers were Nazis wearing
cowboy hats and pioneer spirits, drunk
on wampum and opium and power,
fat on buffalo meat and sated by the loins of
bastard daughters - -
heading down a hill
with nothing but the jagged rocks below - -
shards of flint and bottled glass - -
blown apart the stimuli enhancers
s en ding radar scarbmels to
Pluto’s 2nd moon - -
Mercury running messages to a Metro-Cool group
of new Gods
somewhere displayed
in Hi-Fi spectrums,
booming catch-phrases to
millions of upturned orifices,
each one awaiting the
wisdom believed to be the
payback for faith - -
a mouse in a ball
performing tricks for some cheese,
while America’s babes defend
our right to rape, kill, steal,
immobilize,
starve, propagate, and
back-handedly ethnically cleanse
our way to the confines of the vast solar system mocking us with it’s un-Capitalized space - -
the wheels turning until they disengage - -
and us, the Red, White, & Blue, walking between
the velvet ropes of history and along the
carpet stained red with blood.
Birth sign: Taurus
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