ROT

Sieg Heil!

yah They werent gonna call it that

Theyd have some other cry for it but itd be the same fuckin thing

so he was readying  warming up his shoulder

really stretching it out

                                               getting it pliable

                                                                                       he was gonna be spectacular at it

able to sling his arm up into the air at a crack of the moment like a fuckin gunslinger 

                                                                                                                          Billy the Kid

Billy wasnt gonna have shit on him

he was gonna be so fuckin good They would have no idea he was mocking them

an exaggeration

a farce blown out to the absurd

for as best he could tell  Devotees

were extreme 

were outlandish 

and hed be sure to fit right in with his pompoms and cheerleading get-up

tears ruining his eyeliner and make-up

Mein Kampf would follow in record time

                                                                     possibly surpassing the utmost Very timely

Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept

and Obstruct Terrorism Act  

of 2001

what an act!

he could see its tiles shaking loose like those of the space shuttle

and like Challenger

doomed

kicking around for only a matter of time

Fuck!

(maybe a little crestfallen)

he had hoped that marching goosestepped would be outdated or outmoded

itd be a helluva lot more work getting his hips loosened up enough to legitimately mock

the chorusline

he really didnt wanna be a poor actor for his part

he wanted to be convincing

had to be convincing!

he wanted to snarl and spit with the best of Them  scream for blood  throw bodies on

bonfires 

Ride that unfurling wave of Entitlement lying

                                                                  at the foot of his utter contempt and resentment

hmm

best watch that

best worry he might sound bitter

had to keep it vigorously in check

                                                                  bitterness always tends to carry an acrid smell

like Black Death seeping through sachets worn like birdbills to ones head or how honey

didnt always hide the taste of medicine carried in its amber

                                                                                                          certainly a child

wouldnt imagine their parents would slip them something nasty

Oh  but something nasty they did let slip   

something spun from out of their control

as if they ever had control

and taking on a life of its

Own

traipsing ways unimagined

one mans garbage another mans treasure

but that whiff

that stiff unsettling whiff

of somethings gone bad

and something smelling that it ought to be buried

and very soon

or spores form

and spores fly

and so many unexpected things become tainted

once begun

Rot

is hard to stop

1804,  Thursday,  22  8. 13