exit dennis the irrelevant menace...

and the politics of engulf and devour and exclusion finally, deemed inevitable, snuffed out as expected, the hobbit from the mistake on the lake. One not built for cult of personality ascension, corporate sponsorship, or primed to be king at the prom, a media darling not, attempting a seemingly reasonable message polled not worth listening to. With the new economic stimulus package delivered in record time, multiple democratic congressional concessions verses one presidential (futile versus feudal?), who needs dissent anyway? Why run with the wolves when lemmings seem to be having all the fun? Next... little John with the hair immaculate.

 

and the next independent will frequently broadcast on outlawed frequencies from underground transient lairs beneath corporate radar and just barely out of reach from a fully Blackwater armed FCC. He/She will be on the FBI's most wanted list and not a candidate to guest on Regis and Kelly. Geraldo "The Stash" will extend his career over the relentless pursuit for interview rights. Death, mayhem, and the fall of Western Civilization will be blamed on his/her illegal candidacy.  Their quite public execution will bring a new era of capitalist validation that will catapult the ideology beyond anything Reagan imagined before he forgot how to. Supreme verticleness will replace the overly disbursed horizontal. Caste will be a blast...

my monday...

I'm rubbing the goo from my goo encrusted eyes this morning, trying to focus, trying to add confirmation, a sanity check to what I am picking up on the audible spectrum emanating from the sound bite news/advertising box we pay for to keep us misinformed. A tally of check marks starts to accumulate on at least one side of my brain forming a disturbing pattern. Am I seeing what I think I'm hearing right? And this was all on one 15 minute news update:

--A hedge fund manager that made billions of dollars last year betting the sub-prime lenders would collapse just hired the guy who most people blame for starting the sub-prime mess to begin with... Alan Greenspan, who primed the sub-prime by keeping interest rates overly under inflated.

--Our President just handed over a huge arms sale of some serious techno killing machines to the wealthiest and most organised repressive Islamic fundamental country on the planet... the type of guys he is blaming for trying to baste us free folk with Islamo-fascist funk right before they set us on fire.

--One of the two prez candidates that best represents why our election process needs a serious overhaul was tossed out of tonight's debate on NBC after already making the line-up. Kucinich sued and won but NBC is trying to push through a last minute appeal... because they can. Keith Olbermann where are you? Your bosses are acting like assholes... again.

--Citicorp just announced it will not fire 20,000 people to offset its negative spreadsheet balance and the market manipulators are crying bad move and are punishing the company with a major stock sell off for keeping all of those detriments to the bottom line on the payroll.

Our sick-care costs are on the verge of driving one of us back into the subservient force so we can get some partial benefits in lieu of pay because the pharma and insurance and big-box industries like it that way. Maybe connect the Kucinich issue above as to why he's not allowed to debate the preferred candidates.

Haven't enough people had enough of rich people getting richer and the mechanisms that keep them that way? The whole mental environment is so blatantly unapologetic that I'm beginning to think I'm really part of a cultish sub-minority that just doesn't get it... that we are destined by scripture and prophecy to engulf and devour our way into a blissful oblivion, maiming any and all in our path and I'm going to be left out of all the fun because I'm too stupid.

And even if still rejecting that premise, how does one disconnect from the push and pulls of such a conglomeration, still contribute, and eat. Get holy by getting anti-holy? Join or create a new anti-religion religion and try to get tax free status while wielding a big collection plate?

I realize this has been all going on for some time... like forever, but I thought we were making some progress other than rumblings about change, and jumping bandwagons, and amping up short pop momentums and the such. We did somewhat give the Demos a mandate the last midterm, right? My first inclination is to roll over and let the crust infestation seal my lids shut for good. My more base warrior instinct is to get insurgent but that has shown to be frustratingly pointless over the years. There are no Hyde Parks in Skagitville to perch upon a soapbox and I would likely be a target of someone in their SUV trying to get to the Costco Gas Station before it closed and thus run over as blocking the shortest distance between two points. There is no collective consciousness concerning Ghandi-esque movements other than a multitude of splinter groups each with a better idea and I already subscribe to too many of them and all that seems to be progressing is a digital nodding of the heads.

I think I'm going to go for a long depressing cynical walk.

nonpayment disconnect...

outside looking in
as the sun breaks to dawn
antithesis rising while
antipodes pushes and pulls
and everything somehow moves on
I am still--hear

dark whispers under guises
salivating for opportunity to spring
see them twist and
flop and
distort the brought forth to bring
I am afloat--above--listening

feel the wave
a sonic thrust, a throbbing pulse
cock-like in its penetration
cunt-like in its embrace, its grip
undeniable absolute penetration
I wear a condom

I stand firm the improvisational
a spontaneous non-adherent
overrun by hordes of mongols
out maneuvered by napoleon flank
tread under by hitler tank
I am a war-torn band aide

hear the twang
of bent strings and stretched chord
ageless folk relaxing
the working stiff adrift on flex time
too drained to be bored, too taxing
I exist unemployable

so many waving freedom of flags
so many marching for
so many arms
so few feats
so freedom from spouts the ex-corp whore
dripping from all the political spittle

tabled for expedience pleasures
are such issues of public importance
secondary to political gain thus worth
yet projecting an abhorrent adorance
swooned by the speculative analytic
I am cunt-struck but not pussy-whipped

coming up next on______ ...

goliath is a fake
a liar dressed in emperor's clothing
he sits poised to spoon-feed
with democratic loathing
nutrient deficient starch laden gruel
to a starving populace
to a huge star-struck audience
he swings a mighty war axe
in the manner of a righteous defiant
under the veil of a great inquisitor
for the good of the common citizen
versus that of the tyrant
he sound-bites his way
between rating rated intervals
floating adrift on the good ship sponsorship


goliath carries a stolen identity
and his victim knows not it is missing
being too busy with compliance and necessity
to be leaning against the wind just pissing
and though much deemed compliant is unnecessary
it is strongly suggested--
that it is necessary to be compliant
and with airwaves now congested
supposedly borrowed
by the grace of the people leased
and renewed cyclically depending...
upon what?
accountable subject...
to whom?

goliath, the pristine, really IS a philistine
blind beyond the bottom line
tending his herd
circling his flock
counting his stock--
holders of the purse strings
as his listeners and viewers
split into factions and fractions
of their former collective spirited selves
their oneness rerouted
diverted into flavorless blind rage
drenched with homogeneous homogenized neutralizers
buffered and bleached pale
served up piping hot to be blessed
by the preferred central scrutinizers

who denies equal access?
who funnels and trickles and baits?
who qualifies that which is:
--worthy?
--notable?
--front page?
or destined for the obituaries?
What quagmire or conundrum:
--remains?
--unsolved?
--unresolved?
and who allows this to happen?
will the real goliath please stand?
commaaawn down!

the people be the goliath
not the other way around...

day trippin'...

premium allowable permissible addictions

have little to do with consciousness conniptions

and the money flow dontcha know

as prescribed for those in tow

is better secured with timely withdrawal predictions

 

a coffee cult here

with a caffeine pop there

a brand with a buzz

keeps you coming back clear

minus the accumulative fuzz

with a pop and a lift so as not to drift

unfocused from subscribed tasks

via a religion from which to pray

with coinage available to pay

and you're also really hip if anyone asks

 

a ciggy's okay

though frownd down upon mostly these daze

and booze if you choose

won't brand you illegally astray

and neither qualify for a trip through the courts

both are probably even rated in consumer reports

...as a buy.

and tv is not inhaled

poured from flask or brewed

and though it's mostly quite a lie

and watching 8 hours so daily impaled

most likely won't get you sued

...or jailed

 

but don't smoke weed

eat shroons or peyote seed

cuz that alters your tude

about compliance fed food

and they can't control your mood

if you renounce that creed

and if you aren't totally hooked

for its not all about from which we feed

but instead how well we're baked, fried,

and cooked

and the well done green we bleed

 

 

 

over hangin'...

we slept off and slept on
wherever and whatever we landed upon,
horizontal in manner and quite sofa prone,
with a disconnected incommunicable phone
and remotely armed for a real time maximum bowl update
and I'm not sure why beyond trying to fill
whatever part of the brain,
to distract from the pain of that which was still not quite functioning
and making me ill

the cat incessantly perched on my skull
as she knows quite well
how to agitate
when tolerances are in a weakened state
and we thought a short forced hibernative shutdown
would be enough to reconcile our biological imbalances,
to realign mechanisms for reasonably efficient blood flow
ha!

there was this incredible chili with a sneaky heat
that warmed the bones from head to feet,
opening a portal,
one for the poisons to escape from... or to
as I was leaving the directionality up to them
as any decision making was not going to happen on my end
and so there I be,
one giant cumin and pepper induced oozing pore
and I could've had more,
but that meant getting off the couch and reheating the pan.

It was a new day yesterday
but an old day now
and synapses continue to misfire
and the medulla oblongata lies pulseless, dormant...
cinched, pinched with tourniquet force as the spine refuses to link up...
an interface
without a place
to connect to.

didn't someone say we were too old for this shit?
we ignored them, right?
we celebrate to achieve this state of being
and damn if we don't always succeed
and we'll do it again next year at a drop of a hat...
because we are too old not to
because the next time a wayward though thought spent mortar
might not be so aptly positioned in the fire pit
so as not to maim and put a damper on the whole bloody evening...

had to be there....