We’ve seen the snooker
30,000 broken treaties later
businesses fornicating with generals
wars for profit, offshore
the schizoid nature
of Judea-Christian retail
transactions with experimental
social engineering
something more profound
in Unabomber manifesto
than all the psycho-babble
of free-market implosion
all those tricksters in white
Zen robes, environmental priests
who scoff at humanity
leap up when the gecko
plummets, like their stocks
plummeting and then hedge
micro loans for politically
correct non-profits
glorifying in gain
trips into this country are like
drunkenness with bonfires, jerks
and Coors, guns blasting
big barreled dual exhaust
290 purring horses to visit
King David of Starbucks
or the battlefield of redneck
Arkansas and Mr. Walton
slick Willy and Laura all
chatting it up with old
Uncle George, Obama bows
genuflects to more of the same
Harvard-Israel plants
the goyim guttural
sometimes humming bird throat
like Tom Brokaw
insider trading is about pills
hedge fund purely business
a thousand a pop, life saving meds
those mighty amigos of Mark
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck Book
the Zuckerbergs and Goldman Sachs
Chelsea Clinton and fuck the other Chelsea
private Lady Ga-ga, downloading fiend
forever in the brig, the nation poised for
Black Friday three weeks after
flag raising, blustery Veterans speeches
as if one more rotten treaty, one more social
contract matters, when the game is shooting
for dollars, trillions, each new wave of
jobs tied to the super point zero one percent
Even Afro hating Clippers’ owner wants
a piece of Bruce Jenner, something for halftime
another woman interviewing in
locker rooms, these dazzling dimwits
with Stein and Golds the bergs of
lawyering and agenting,
this is the spectacle, talk of the town
even the neutered middlings
yammer about celebrity, the next big
app, holy explosion of the 70 percent
off clearance, anything with old
fashioned reason, anything
speaking of human rights
amendments here and there
stripped, screwed and tattooed
remainders, tossed to Goodwill bin
the last frontier is inside
where heart and soul never meet
a new clipped device installed
telemetry straight to Google
Cheney gets another heart
manufactured near Gaza
gadgets for just the right price
alleyways for harvesting kidneys
everything is monetized, breaths,
each ooze, blinks are charged
forbidden thoughts harvested
for another Warner-Spielberg
show, another rotten master
of un-art, the dark scenes of
movies, propaganda, the big
lie exponentially marketed
one more million Jews
undead by Hitler, communists
erased, the drone neocons
shall have the last joystick
running, standing
tinker or tradesman, spirited laborer
each new wave of Ivy Leaguers
spells disaster for the cherished of old:
geezers, orphans, widows, developmentally
delayed, now programmed by the captains of dirty
industry, dirty tricks in school, the dirtiness
of it all, wrapped in lox and Cheetos
anything for the advance, zero point one
percent, like an army of black wasps
Africanized hornets laden with crosses, stars of
David, anything around the neck to symbolize
shekels and international dollars
petro-chem-pharma-digital frauds
will work for diodes, anything to upload
Wiki-this, Wiki-that, leaks, forbidden
planets, all of it, YouTube ready
but the wasps buzz and use titanium
pokers to lobotomize the majority
smart-looking in Macy’s wear
toadies and uncle toms and men to women
women to men, anything in between
as long as DSM-V says it’s what it is
goodbye revolutionary, goodbye
rabble-rouser, goodbye agitator,
goodbye sanity, goodbye to fomenting
anger, goodbye to disgracing the vanguard, goodbye
to clandestine crusades, goodbye to rebels,
goodbye to oppositional thinkers, goodbye to anything
but this, here, now, this way, goodbye
thinkers and emancipators, goodbye civil
rights, civility, civil discourse, civic space,
civil movements, goodbye to heroes, goodbye
to the avante gard, goodbye to hackers,
goodbye to the world according to the anything
but conformity, goodbye forever, goodbye
they will sing stupid songs
pop this and bubble gum
more of the same 24/7 weather
channel-sports-stupid pet tricks-news-
as-spectator-sport, shots fired, mothers
pleading the fifth for killing baby daughter
anything to keep mass media humming
like a giant IV drip of morphine
and barbiturates, memory shot
the world outside now faded, only pixels
and SWAT teams and black ops and psy-ops
will protect the chosen few’s advance
every single on-line key touched is saved
in the Babylon of their tribes
every retail transaction — dildo or drone
or B-35 sold — a cut, a percentage
so the world burns and turns and churns out
victims and vermin
until eternity, or until the show’s end,
whichever one is shared on Facebook
last . . . or is that first?