21.8.14



I was lost for a word

then I dreamt it last night

I dreamt of text all night long
reams and reams of words
not clinging to a page
ribbons of words
sheets of words
figures of words
words startled like a murder of crow out of a green cornfield

words falling like rain
scribbling like snowflakes on a black night
words pouring out onto the soaked ground gathering in puddles at the mouth of a gutter downspout



I recant
Im not at all sure   
that they were words

maybe only letters   
formed nonsense   cmneww  wndoymt  anane 
nrpndsj

coiled on red sand like a viper
they lunge at me

Im too slow

no rattled warning

their fangs penetrated my forearm   and through its transparent head I watched
v-e-n-o-m pumped into my arm from the sacs on either side of its head

after envenoming me
it drops off and sidewinders its way
across the trough of a sand dune wave

I can feel words winding through my veins
working their way up my arm shoulder neck
through my carotid artery into my skull and Scream over my brain

I feared they were going to cause an embolism


they ran behind my eyes and then into the sponge of my brain
where they shed their husks and laid like meat with words already there  woven into 
the fabric
I am

from out of my ears their useless extraneous syllables fell



I dreamt of words


1636,  Thursday,  21  8. 14 

20.8.14



Ladies and Gentlemen
                                                                for your listening and viewing pleasure
please welcome our very own
Homegrown

the famous
the infamous
the infatuating
the infuriating
                                                                                                                       
cocksucker Congressmen and cocksucker Senators . . .


not  really  funny . . .
but true . . .
but whats altogether even more intriguing . . .

is The Timing

frankly  the funniest bit to occur to him . . .
were the rhymes . . .
and that they had eluded him this long . . .



“What should make me suspect a piece of mail?”

it was a pamphlet circulated by the United States Postal Service shortly after September 11

a cheap relic

he found recently secreted behind a poem written by Russian Yevgeny Yevtushenko that he 

had sheathed in a plastic liner for protection

one could say it was his Constitution

No People are Uninteresting . . .


What would make him suspicious  --  nothing  --  he supposed he might count himself 
fortunate  --  the Fear the Nation was intentionally steeped in
didnt affect him

he absently put the pamphlet away to remind him at a later date  --  NOW  --  of the pervasive paranoia stoked and conflagrated as a result of September 11  --  altering what Americans had once believed was a consensus regarding the terms of Freedom

it altered
and was prevaricated by a Government which  unfortunately  possessed the unique Timing 
and keen ability to strongarm its frightened People
and threaten to garrote them with the twine of their own Constitution

which  every man and woman serving in office  had sworn to uphold


they were very unlike our Founding Fathers who signing our radical Declaration 
of Independence
who knew full well they were also signing a writ of Treason against the Crown of England

if the War for Independence was lost
they had signed their death sentences



Our Founding Fathers were dramatically unlike
the aforementioned cocksucker Congressmen and cocksucker Senators

who quickly signed the AUMF  Authorization for the Use of Military Force  in September
(granting the President authority to use all "necessary and appropriate force" against those whom he determined "planned, authorized, committed or aided" the September 11th attacks, or who harbored said persons or groups)

they quickly signed the USA PATRIOT Act  Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism Act  in October

they did not act reflectively
they acted Nationalistically
they acted as if their knees where struck in unison by a physicians rubber mallet and reflexively kicked in kind to a historical and familiar goose-step

                                                                                                        if their War was Lost
they risked nothing
their signatures were in ink not blood
and their signatory
was of Infamy and Disgust
 

many to-day still sit in the Halls of Congress



and because of those inveterate cocksucker Congressmen and cocksucker Senators

he was impassioned to write this

it seemed to him their All-In actions had set in motion the interminable and unfortunate 
conditions that were now prevailing in recent Ferguson Missouri Police actions

and as this parallel universe continues to unfold before the Nations eyes

                                                                      the Nations eyes   he could only wish that were true

seemingly  the horrors our military perpetrated against other Nations are coming Home to roost
the inevitable botched Efforts in Iraq and Afghanistan
were being given new legs (and new Arms) at Home in their Aftermath

repugnant Efforts which  --  reasonable people agreed  --  should have been communal Efforts 
of shared Intelligence Worldwide
seeking that Justice be served  
and in dire circumstances   sparse military strikes


the actions by the Ferguson Police force
acting as a Military among the civilians they had sworn To Protect and Serve  --  unless 
that is now ultimately bastardized  --  their demand that the People forfeit their Constitutional Right of civil disobedience  --  their demand that the People cower before them
and if they do not there are rubber bullets sound cannons tear gas smoke bombs truncheons shields arrests
and then the onslaught of a legal system that defers first and foremost to its Officers

This  --  as the Police wag their Fortified tails behind them  --  as so many other Police forces 
have around the country
enabled by a Homeland Security 
which should never have been created
fortified by a Pentagon spoiling the Nations wealth  --  provided by the People  --  against the People


it began shallowly  little by little  an incoming tide  rising rising in his ears

he borrowed it from Hemingway who borrowed from the Church  a refuge rife with 
ungodly and motley characters who backsides are wholly protected by the façade of an 
imposing demagoguery that sees and holds itself virtually unimpeachable

nice work if you can find it  he supposed


"Our animus who art in animus, animus be thy name thy kingdom animus thy will be
animus in animus as it is in animus. Give us this animus our daily animus and animus our animus as we animus our animuses and animus us not into animus but deliver us from animus; pues animus."


it seemed enormously curious to him that he should find this pamphlet now
    


2327,  Twosday,  19  8. 14