11.9.14



She had had it up to her eyeballs with the BS
the fibrous bulk
and turd
of what the American public was willing to swallow in remarkable  copious draughts

she listened to President Obama
heard another of his unfortunate missteps
How does one  usually so articulate  step on his words
 
she was willing to concede  perhaps  he was troubled by what he was saying
though
if he was troubled he ought hold his tongue   why be fresh meat to a gaggle of vultures 
whod like nothing more than hang him on a misstep
He was more intelligent than that
A better man than that
 
yet he stumbled
--   The trouble here is is . . . 
 
My God  dont jimmy your words before the harpies

“is is”  was in reference to him addressing ISIS (or ISIL  as the President preferred)
which to her was possibly nothing more than him catering to the Cuntrys hawks
those who would have absolutely flipped 
been asphyxiated on their vomit
if America decided to paid ransoms       upwards of $150 million dollars apiece
for journalists James Foley or Steven Sotloff
though darkly  she could imagine the sums reasonable when compared to anteing up
$500 million to train and arm Syrian rebels

when would we learn

hadnt we trained and armed Iraqi soldiers  --  who fled before ISIS  --  Two Divisions
she had to look that up
a division is “usually comprised of 10,000 to 30,000 troops (mirecc.va.gov)”

Two Divisions fled
leaving in their wake  and retreat  materiel (she was attempting gentility  although she 
would be remiss if she didnt recognize that those soldiers  --  and the America people were 
not told  --  may also have been attached to mechanized forces  tanks armored vehicles 
canons etc)
bought and paid for
with American Treasure and Blood (and she would be goddamned if she was going to allow 
the pathetic Right to co-op patriotic terminology this September 11  --  if one commemorated 
such things)

and which over the past month US warplanes and drones have been smashing to bits
 
O R

hadnt we trained and armed Afghani soldiers
who either sold their weapons or turned them on Coalition Forces
recently murdering American Major General Harold J. Greene outside Kabul

if someone were weak in regards to World Geography  --  after all  this is America whose
World turns only within the framework of all-that-is-American  --  she would remind 
them that Kabul is not only a city  but it is the capital city of Afghanistan  and its largest 
and most populous


it seemed to her 
 
the President was becoming fatigued by a blaise American electorate
whose incoherencies were borderlining on schizophrenia
or at least inside the Capitol Building
Congress was bitched  and capitulating  because political elections were approaching 
in November
and so very many politicians were more concerned more about their reelections than their 
avowed Constitutional obligations

to be very fair
OBLIGATIONS is a big word
lots of syllables
frankly a word unimbued 
and which curried no favors on the Hill

Then
there was the big deal made in a recent NBC/Wall Street Journal poll which stated 
categorically (she did backflips to stop herself and curtail any trouble she might 
engender by breaking it down into its inflammatory pieces of caterwaul and gory)   61% 
of Americans were behind military action against ISIS/ISIL

61 per cent

it immediately reminded her of the lousy medications she was forced to ingest because 
her body was taking her on a ride she couldnt possibly have foreseen or influenced

61 per cent  --  she thought  --  reminded her of the inert ingredients mixed in with the 
active ingredients present in her prescriptions
61 per cent of America was inert

61 percent of America
may have been clandestinely and chemically pithed to have forgotten the indecencies of
the Bush Administration
who are the real culprits
the hubris addicts
who could only have benefited the Cuntry if they had taken hot shots


OH   where to start

Nigerian Yellow Cake  aluminum rods  outing a CIA operative  Shock and Awe-shucks!
a real favorite of hers Mission Accomplished! (and its associated Red White and Blue Photo-Op)
the Coalition Provisional Authority (which bitched Americans  because by calling it CPA   
people offhand  likely regarded it as an acronym for Certified Public Accountants)

Black Sites/prisons/renditions/Torture  Guantanamo (recognize those orange jumpsuits James Foley and Steven Sotloff were wearing when they were executed?)  Abu Ghraib
General James Petraeus’ Anbar Awakening  that pay-off  greasing Iraqi palms (she only remembered the spelling of his name by thinking  --  bitterly at the time  --  Betray-us)

OH  where to end


Evidently
if we havent learned a thing in all these years
Where could it possibly end

                                                                                                                         

She tried real hard not to be irritated  or frustrated
her physicians reminded her  utmost  she needed to minimized her stress


she smiled at them and replied
Where  Was there anywhere in the World you can live and do that


0015,  Thursday,  11  9. 14

10.9.14



Astronomically  its referred to as a Super Moon
the moniker refers to the nearness of the moon to the Earth  a nearness which is waning 
every passing second minute
every day slipping furthur  and furthur away
not  it seemed  that anyone else aside from him his grrl and a gaggle of sympathetic eggheads oddballs and astronomers even cared


Oh look at the moon  Pretty


his following  actually  bore a caveat
he didnt imagine it so much moving furthur and furthur away from Earths grasp and orbit
but rather  obsessively  watched it as a portal  a doorway  through which things departed or entered our sphere  our Universe
utterly bright and crisp  it seemed to him a kind of terminus  a chimney flue made of sky 
and mired thus  he watched intensely
   
for gathered at the foremost tips of a reef of black tree limbs  
                                                                                                 sparkling like Christmas lights
were diaphanous winged insects shot through with moonbeams
    
and as these bespeckled black limbs began to bow under their amassed weight   
a type of galactic springboard
the insects lifted suddenly at once  in a murmuring a refracting swirl  spiraling  almost 
a single animal  a dragon  towards the widemouth of the Anxious moon
 
and watching their ascent
they were soon reduced
to a smoky shadow  a furtive doppelganger of occasional blinking particles
true fireflies

it never occurred to him that they wouldnt achieve the pompous requisite velocity   
according to their mass
to escape

they did escape

and he was obliged to hate them

because he
one of tens of billions of hapless earthlings  hadnt the gumption or wings or perseverance   
the magnificent endurance to embrace and mount the trembling milky sky
to leave
to see the place opposite where he stood  shackled
Earthbound



he set an uncorked bottle of dark rum down between his feet and stared up  amazed
and lonely
  
Imagine     insects making him feel abject     or lonely

from his breastpocket he nudged up a pack of cigarettes with the blunt of his thumb
taking it in hand he shook up a raft of straights and nibbled one free with his mouth
repocketing the pack he slipped a matchbook from his hip pocket  torn one free
and struck it

he inhaled deeply

he exhaled deeply

the smoke coiling out his mouth did a doubletake at the moon
and intrigued  hung  suspended  above his head
  
when his second and third exhales joined the first  they slowly began to rise
then joined by his successive exhales  almost like a dull quicksilver  their cloud reflected
the pindot of his lit cigarette
in it he could scarcely make out a sullen reflection of himself watching his pathetically 
bound self

his reflection nodded

he recognized he absently nodded back

then the smoke like an lazy unkept beast turned  and rose
following the fireflies
 
 
in time he could make out a scarce thin twine at the moons face   it winked at him
then it was gone
leaving him yet more dejected
more lonely



she came up from the yard to refill her tumbler  took a cigarette from him  he lit it for her
--   This is marvelous isnt it

--   Thats one word to describe it

--   Fucking marvelous  I cant begin to describe the sensations Im feeling

he nodded
he didnt reply
he was preoccupied
rapt
watching her exhales gather agog in a bloom over her head  ever so slightly  a halo
then a reticent dull glass reflecting her crossbraided crown
trembling

anxious to begin


his loneliness smiled at it
and dissipated


2322,  Twosday,  9  9. 14