Thanking Irwin

May 25, 2008 - 15:58 PM PST

elect the virile and rugged individual
to follow the faceless captain as banner-general
mounted on the white mare in fucking adoration
galloping head long into the shield wall,
taking fury thrusts in the white breast,
twisting, snarling spearhead dislodged with
fountains of animal blood spilling animal pride
that marks the stained prophecy
whispered by sages a millenia past
who gathered to confer that in a millenia to come
the great winged one will part the clouds with
lateral movement, swirling tempests that until
now,
sent them running for shelters
now,
abandoned as seekers purge last frustrations
with stones through glass, alley fires, chicken rapes,
pitch-fork assemblies not passively waiting for
the indirect rapture
but,
now,
actively administering global catastrophies
in commensuration with the self-prophesizing
tri-pheniac feeding
the lecherous, the marketable, and the simpleton
now,
suffers amid the cacophony of loud news
reporting genocides, hydrocarbons, autocrats, particle postulates, reversible genitalia, autonomous wombs,
poison nics, number identifications, mercenaries,
misers between marshmellow stuffer's for ages four to infinity,
all fibrous,
sewn into predetermined shapes that fasten
to rusty spokes of the dainty parasol
held by the world
now,
minus those thanking Irwin for hotel-ing in France
on the rue d'righteous scribbles
thinking to scream but the air is salty
and the grateful keep silent
on their bellies
protecting the dry and shaded
from possible artilery duds,
intrepid stand stills thanking Irwin but
now,
we've fucked it all away in packaged
fertility according to informatics, test
samples sealed and shelved for life
next to the penman who belittles
the fly on the wall in nightmarish isolation,
concealing one-sided emotional connections
peripherally manipulating heart-strings
to procure accoustic confessions
that are converted via neurotic machinery
into ticker-tape transcriptions to be
sorted and clipped for storage with-in
such insect's mixed-bags of experimental verbage that
now,
may be too progressive to issue messianic apologies

-smd 2008