David Swanson
Anywhen
Promised indulgences
conjuring orders of consciousness
Scratching surfaces for
ways out of running riot
Unflinching terrors
ripping through buffooneries of
a narrowing plausible
Smiley minddenter shaman
calling sneery audibles
Living through these
writhing whatever-anyways
Disruptions’ game blaming the strays
Zipping it up
into the smooth bigmine sublime
Denials flooring it
into the next-big-thing whine
Tagging, bragging,
stabbing Truth—whacked
Glutting,
cramming the infosurges—jacked
Ultraviolence
Alibiing silence
Xselves’ smothered
confusion up against rally chants
Cannot get past the
rush of the shills’ righteous rant
Better being left alone
That they will all go home
All about everything shown
Pushing back on the known
Gladhanding skank
Groping the sacrosanct
So many do-overs
Rationales that accuse
Let-it-rip myopia glory bound
Foxaganda oblivion going down
It all squirms, worms,
gnaws into the thundering maw
Blundering on, flawed, pagan-raw
Rationalizing the oozy vulgar
Dullard vernacular not entirely clear
Erroneous certainty smearing fears
Bleary, twisting reason, jiving squeals
So mindlessness is the real-deal
No last hesitation, no wavering
Savoring over and
over again,
this Anywhen
Zoomanity
Ponderous pretense
blindsiding any ability to cope,
to hope, the
fabric of reality gropes, worn
Torn, promises shredding like swilling alibis
Takers and fakers on the sly
Backing into their mangled apocalypse
Can only stammer and stare
Movers and shakers denying the
twofers-mindset, all those
simulated regrets getting glares
Fear beneath the surface acting out
All about doubling down on doubt
Broken blather can only
whine retractions and balk,
gasp and gawk
Ignorance dumpstering its
future for lack of strictures
Not a pretty picture
Hard to know what’s going on behind
those diverted eyes
Easy to see what is not shown, it’s
what they deny
An oil-disaster mindset weaseling
the obvious proof
A top-stories attitude optioning the truth
What the…attacking the ethnic other
What the…an extreme
economy that will not recover
What the…going with all
those conflicted druthers
Bankster logic bloats and
swells, smirks “That’s tough.”
Rough stuff—duck and dive,
staying alive, rim the ride
Why won’t these wings glide?
Racists winking at
the unblinking camera, stammering alibis
Second Amendmensters rationalizing
rights of under-privileged children to die
Politicians and their Bozo-moves never
thinking they should be accused
Marriages turning on each other—feeling
used—not on each other’s side
Denial as pride
And the next boyband is out there
selling the hook to their next happening hit
Happy TV people hustling
the newest perfect It
Rightwing media smears
jonesing all the well-rehearsed lies
Wondering why they draw flies
Immigration sorrows finding
shelter as the cartels fill mass graves
Who will be saved?
If all is vanity, is
still believing in Justice a sort of insanity?
Moving on to the next calamity
Not a clue,
Zoomanity
