The streetlights rubbernecked
threw their caustic amber lights across
the ground twisting the shadows of objects they
spied
then
illuminated splaying them like crimescene
outlines atop the very-same objects
shadows in a scintillating tick–tick-tick
fashion
blurring and radiating them
into queer
miasmas
inconclusive
effete
evidence
which
their operators would deem
unimpeachable
they were odd disorienting visions
skeins of venom undulating
curdling atop other purple
skeins
graphic
palimpsests
sought and then seen according to what it was they
wanted seen
for no matter what they saw
they insist Reality was twisting beneath
their eyes
their Eyes
. . . Cameras
-- mounted
like a Cyclopean eye beside their brights
informed by their discretion
mechanical discretion -- Unerring
nothing
is discrete under the distorted reality of rubber streetlights
seeking violence under the
guise of diminishing violence
under
the guise of lawbiding overseers
personae who readily took things from videos
and informed the public they had proof they could validate the appropriate
authorities
but couldnt share it in the
public domain because such evidence might be reverse-
engineered destroying the effectiveness of their
schema
not troubled that
they would never be revealed under the streetlights fixated glare
the streets and the
streetlights werent for them
with streetlights averred per
directives they found the RFIDs woven into jackets and
overcoats
shirts and even thin delicate silk clothing
you were a fool if you didnt know they were there
if
they werent
it
was obvious that actor was going to be guilt of something at some time
and
in societies best interest
the operators and streetlights were going to be proactive
than
reactive
they were going to provoke
provide guilt
and it
better sooner than later
he wore his embedded RFIDs
and
when the cameras swept him
he
turned to face them pointing his finger
pointing his finger on
a hyperextended elbow
they zooming in zooming in
tighter
he was sure
and the while he smiled licked his chops imagining his pointed finger larger ever
larger
ever larger
where then he stabbed his
finger and put out the offending eye
there is no difference between
fabrication
and
fantasy
2242, Wednesday,
16 7. 14
1451, Friday,
18 7. 14
