Shock and Awe

(2nd Bush Gulf War)

When the smoke clears from the shock
of their narratives
those fascist squeals glow ludicrous.
The rest of the world is whoa the shock!

When the smoke clears
and we've been Foxed to the gills and want
to fly out the whirlpools de theatre passing for politics

Beastcause
in the larger purse pective
the volume of crudhead geysering darkly
from the gushing reptilian brainstem
is annoying us alienated folks.

Us nattering nabobs of negativity.

Us aliens aided by a fierce love.

C'mon. Spin me a yarn or two
about Dee mock crazy
the shock and awe of liberation
delivered by generations of God-fearing folk
confusing their God with some master of the Universe they know not
the Trickster Monkey but they'll soon . . .

Fear shines a narrow flashlight beam
on a roundish, greying gigantic foot
calls it an elephant
the foot
elephant make no mistake
it's an elephant foot pounding down the Constitution

The Boys and the Ricecake in the Oval wheeeee've
been spinning round and round and round
the missing mass destruction
and now
we're dizzy
and the smoke is clearing.
And the pretty ain't pictured.
And the wee puns of mass reduction
and the shock and awe of the stun gun alerts
and stepping out of the spin into the afterlife . . .

How grand to witness
all the spectacular processes of this continuously living universe
matter ebbs and flows like blowing bubbles.
Where do bubbles go when they burst, she asked herself.