take great care with the landscaping,
the cement steps and the oil-linked fences
a careful leveling is occurring,
a self-sustaining puppet,
a billboard satellite state,
one more paved-street america—
toxic floods of half word riddles made to inspire
fear in the common man drip drop from any orifice
television show, boob tube junkies watch with drooling lips
media drunk on supposed truths of supposed leaders
relates directly to day-to-day atrophy,
to a michael moore america
or a paid-our-bills-‘round-the-world paradigm
we are eagerly expecting the same thing every morning,
bureaucratic posts and outer-ring suburbs
we expect nothing in our
compliant complacent conformist american apathy
nothing because god knows no news
is the best news there is
spread thin
white-skinned and ratty uniforms form a frontier,
sisters mothers fathers cousins husbands brothers and wives
await a return from a fight picked by bigger bullies
in blazers and cowboy hats
see self-conscious buildings blubbering down,
see cities divorced from countryside,
see the free hate their freedom
teaching ourselves militant ignorance from public college pulpits
enforcing intentional incognizance upon silent screaming masses
one more dark continent heavy with ourselves
and this is post-modernism narcissism
and we’ve danced to this sad silly tune
once before
broken waltz in jungle pavement
but it never gets easier
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I wrote this while my big brother was in Iraq. Hence the...uhm...anger.
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