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Spew it like a 900 foot depleted uranium cable christ.
O pray to the FOX talkin' points a rattlin';
O pre-cut, freeze-dried, french-fried,
flat-screened, lip-synched, tel-e-van-gel-ized
snippets in boxes of flickering lips and buzzbooze,
and snaking stock prices under the Eastern Front.
Remember the Eastern Front?

And polls, they keep-a-slippin',
and folks, they keep askin' questions,
like those old Columbo reruns,
when Peter Falk kept comin' back...
"Ma'am, just one more question"...
and the murderer squirmed a little,
late for his beacon of morality conference.

And weathered moral men pound leather in the war room,
push pawns and masturbate over their legacy,
take justice to a cheap motel and fuck her thoroughly,
snack on rotten flesh for lunch, for Christmas,
for the armor-plated numb of it,
for the holy livin' screamin' hell of it,
for the buzz, mostly for the buzz.

And the war grinds on,
and ivy halls are built atop the doughboys,
and history is shrewdly licensed to oak-paneled rooms.
O cleansing blood of capital, redeemed!
My lust runneth over, o redeeming one!
And the king declares another blood pact,
takes credit, on credit.

And the band plays on,
and lips move like hummingbird wings,
and the rubble will not be televised
by win-win contracts and flickering lips
or raging rivers of consumer products.
And warfare defines our human spirit,
drilled in daily by the boxes.

And the war drags on,
same as any given wasted century,
profitable and bloodless, as hummingbird lips on cable,
and I write when it's beaten out of me.
Could I write, on the lam?
Could I write home again?
No one writes home anymore.

Jeez... no more of these writes... take too much out of me and I end up "telegraphing it".... can't go there too many times.

"no more of these writes"

don't stop just now... the surge is beginning.

Links, rechts. There is left surge, and there is right surge (surges grouped leftist, and surges grouped rightist). Only a moralist fancies one more than the other, except in terms of what sort of pleasure a particular flavor of surge offers. You think BushCo sucks? Try living under sharia, or communism.

Yes... "grouping'"... certainly seems to be your thing.

So tell me why you (apparently) support our pathological liar-in-chief's oh-so-well-thought-out, increasing sinkhole of an Iraq policy? Do you take the neoconservative view that unilateral, unprovoked preemptive U.S. military aggression and hegemony in the Middle East is necessary to prevent unspecified invading hordes of Muslims from overrunning our streets? Do you believe war is good for the economy in general, and so why not just have perpetual war against ever-changing bogey men served up by Rupert Murdoch and other g.i. players in our own "Ministry of Information"? Curious.

I jus' like War (well, War done in the name of bringing Western rationality to 3rd world monarchies and theocracies--and homie GWF Hegel most likely would have offered his blessing to BushCo over the marxists and muslim trash anyday). Cool visuals too. And the US has such dread f-n gear! Might as well benchmark it. Paraphrasing Matt Stone, I don't care for conservatives, but I f-n hate liberals.

ehh... tomato, to-mah-to,

you say hegel, i say hagel.

Isn't it great when a poem opens up dialogue between free thinkers. Even if, and perhaps especially when, it becomes a little heated, argumentative, tis a sign you've stirred some thinking, some pondering, and that's good, that's always good.

I hope you continue to write like that mnaz. I suppose it can be draining, but it's also very therapeutic...not to mention an excellent flowing read...reed of a poem.

It appears to me that that poem wrote itself.

and don't think that you're beating your head against brick walls here. Everyone deals with things differently. You write about it, put it out there. It gets read, people think about it.

You're not writing in a vacuum even if it feels like it sometimes.

Onward and upward, let your pen/keyboard be your foil.

It appears to me that that poem wrote itself.

... well, been simmerin' for quite awhile... try to give it "voice"... thing is, history and philosophy are powerful, yet they are continually purchased (and altered?) by the highest bidder and i object to that (instinctively)... not sure I have a particularly good argument. then again, argument tends toward self-parody, eventually..

thank you mousey one.

Mnaz your poem reminds me of Allen Ginsberg's "Television was a Baby Crawling Toward that Deathchamber." Thanks you really hit the mark on that one!!!!
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