American Tabloid
Looking for Answers
And denying events
This journey portends
So, it begins;
This mixture of love and fear
The tireless industry of culture and sin
Sex scandals and race riots
Fast-food, pornography,
Death among the poppies.
The lone-gunman is adrift
Amidst the communal sea
Of discontent and conspiracy.
Into the green walled city
apart from the city;
Its heat comes from another sun,
The generals drummed up.
A city without context - a free-fire zone.
The line of victim’s march to resolve
Strange arrangements and relationships
In mortalities are moralities intense denials;
The culture warped, a dementia of fire.
The comfortable fictions we read into our lives;
A quality of being human stressing the gap
Between Truth, Lies and the Torturers rap.
God's murder is not our distraction;
Slumming and patronizing
Delighting only in His special effects.
Halcyon summer;
Some release from the tense meld
The plastic sex and crowded showers
In sinister ward rooms,
The warlords of the burning city.
This bitter remembrance;
War is our chaos
We Love how we love
To misunderstand our motives, ourselves
Standing behind the gun.
IED's at apogee; flesh shredding towers of sparks
At once over this and all other cities.
While beneath the rendered limbs and etiquette
All the ancient empires leer their discontentment
Where -
The tracks are lines of rust;
Our foreign trains have departed
With the gestating amputees
Into the blistered tumors of range
In television’s end of days luminosity.
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