by LJ Frank
an exhibitionist’s glow
a colorized film noir
the man jabbed his middle finger
in the air
taught never to be sorry
an ego outgrowing its morality
a Revelation
penned by a man of wealth
who sought eternal streets paved with gold
and the trappings of that precious metal in his lodgings
for a price
the Faustian Bargain was consummated
while those without resources grew in number
he uttered to his aides
am I responsible?
beneath the stage lights
the voice shouted I am the Chosen One
empathy was homeless
he tweeted lies as if they were the Truth
to erase the past and create his future
in honor of George Orwell’s epistle
atop a balcony waving
to his coalition of believers
under the guise of insecurity
a grin appeared
malevolence can oft be mistaken for benevolence
when seeking the Walrus
possessed with a 25-inch phallus of hope
federal judges and two justices to the Supreme Court
appointed with the Federalist Society blessing
a sign of the cross made in the wind
while the immigrants were chastised in cages
let them eat each other
on the Sabbath
the rhetoric dripped from the lower lip
finality is never the end to politics
in the backroom of the Street
stripped suits massaged
their wool blend lapels
as nipples hardened under the rub
all in the name of the Lord’s milky nourishment
and the Paris Accord ostracized to the desert
of grainy thoughts and agreements for now
discord was thought to have its place
as the boy king experienced a constipated vowel movement
and assigned amateurs to professional diplomatic posts
and his staff and party became enamored accomplices
the nuclear code was never far off
for the head of this oil rich country
glanced at the Doomsday Clock
narrowed to 100 seconds
but he could slay anyone he thought
there were those who nodded in respect
the Constitution’s Second Article
was mugged in broad daylight
the world needs a daddy was whispered in corporate circles
and among family members whose reading was financial books
save the Art of War
for a cult follower cherishes the propaganda
the pandemic will go away of its own accord
deflection is the scrabble game of choice
polarization be damned
the chasm grew
structural isms in living color
each side pointed to the other
blood soaked wet dreams
the middle class remains missing in action
the wealthiest don’t need a country per se
their money earns money while they play
and strangely, a priest from the Vatican heard the weeping
of a stranger in the Garden of Gethsemane
still the man decided he could effectuate God’s will
with no understanding of the world and its climate
he acted as if he were a descendent of superior genetics
as it turns out, he was merely an asset
for little did he know
he was chessman on their chessboard
though he wasn’t a riddle to his cult followers
in need of a hero for the strength they lacked within
in passing he would be impeached
for obstructing justice & abuse of power,
just ask the lawyers and the banks
but the family didn’t care
money buys freedom of movement
Woody Guthrie warned us in 1942
when he sang All You Fascists
but Antifa has changed meanings
disinformation offers beguiling headlines
and the campaign of 2020 was witness to an incumbent
unable to perform his public duties except for posing
like an avatar on a reality program while masturbating
with his tongue
a descendent of conquering through division
like the God who is on our side
the family is now past
fear and loathing are core now with a superficial respect
history is revised or erased
but for whose sake
with whom do we commiserate
position and office operated for personal profit
money for his immediate family’s personal gain
the hedge fund loves money poured into special accounts
and for the rest, well, fuck them
power historically has determined
how the scribes interpret to justify those
that were anointed
and the future is ambiguous at best
the family will never be the same
the arrogance of ignorance is infused with the capital
of the owners and their supplicants
in the Cosmic distance
the Messiah was tending to other matters
the Universe is infinite in design & possibility
and among the seekers there is the knowledge
“behind the cross there’s the Devil.” *
*Cervantes. Don Quixote. Pt. i, Ch. 6, ii, 33, 47.