its a blue Monday
after Super Sunday
Americas 45th funday
yesterdays spectacle
the dip is done
the broken bones
of buffalo wings
fill giant glad bags
the ridged ripples
of broken Doritos
scattered on the floor
wait for a vacuums hum
dead soldiers rattle
a melodious cascade
the aroma of flat Bud
plunge into recycle bins
ribbed Trojans
dripping bagged ****
rim plastic trash cans
confirm an ****'s frenzy
the game forgotten
commercial reveries remain
seared into the briney mush
of compliant olfactories
collective hallucinations
successfully branded
a new and improved
global consciousness
Madmen Shamans
ebulliently channel
transactional zeitgeists
from the ripped boxes of
Best Buy plasma screens
Monday morning
water cool scuttlebutt
the planet is buzzing about...
Google's cool slap
of IPod clad automatons
the vanquishers of IBM's evil empire
Apple's brave new world is next
("meet the new boss,
same as the old boss?")
we all dug
rolling with Eminem
through the glitzy
streets of Motown
How cool is 8 Mile?
The hoods lookin good
angelic chorus lifts spirits
Swing Low Sweet Chrysler
The artistic types
faun over
the graphic beauty
illustrious aestheticism
moving story line
the epic journey
of the worlds
greatest brand
heroic product marketing pros
rival Jason and the Argonauts
sojourning trans-formative odysseys
of clever packaging and fat tail shelf life
holding precious real estate
of living imaginations
infecting hearts and minds
of future generations
realizing
everything
ends better
with coke
The State Farm Pre-Game
Jimmy Johnson's new coiff
jawed away with his old boss
rattlesnake booted Jerry Jones
A poignant embrace captured in
living color on grand jumbo trons
lording over a cavernous palace
a new stadium for Homeboys
Jimmy J asks Jerry J
"Why you overpaid
for The Boys New
Crib?"
"A billion 4,
a palace for the masses".
Jerry breaks some news
with an impish wink.
"No expense is spared
for the peeps."
"I always make out,
get a good return. I
make a profit. Ain't
America great."
This year Super Bowl
went Hollywood
and installed
a long red carpet.
Mike Strahan, collared
Harrison Ford.
Bagging his greatest sack
on a dazzling red rug.
"How many Super Bowls
is this for you?"
Strahan whistles
through his gaped teeth.
The aging Indiana Jones
came to promote his new flick,
"Cowboys and Aliens"
(I'm told an early Cannes
favorite. And it should be. Spoiler alert,
the movie is a moving story of an American tragedy.
Romo blows another one
throwing an interception in overtime.
The Aliens return it 95 yards for a touchdown.
Boy's lose again. America's Team vanquished by bubble headed Martians.
All of Texas weeps.)
Indy
coolly quips an answer
whipping with sarcasm,
"after today, one."
yuck yuck
lol
Strahan continues
to stalk Ford like a
scrambling quarterback,
"where will you be sitting?"
Ford shrugs
"dunno,
somewhere
up-there,
I guess",
he points to
the lofty
luxury boxes.
Royalty sits
next to God
in Jerry Jones
house of the
people.
Ford dons a green scarf.
He's down with the Pack.
Another sunshine *****
in the seat.
Michael Douglas and Zeta Jones
arrive in time to hear
Keith Urban sing
"Who Wouldn't Want to be Me?"
"He's alive
He's free
Who wouldn't
want to be me?"
Indeed who?
The parade
of heroes
continue.
The walking,talking
little S Corp, LLC's
dance their way
into the stadium
on resplendent
cushions of red.
Terrific brands
all earnestly
questing to
urgently
deliver
messages
to promote
themselves
and plug
shameful
products.
A Black Eye Peas
teaser
blinks onto
my giant
flat screen.
Will I Am
a black man
in a blacker mask
marches down the street
zapping people
with a ray gun.
(fascist culture is so cool, a
little light on liberation,
but **** does he look bad as all get out
in that leather rumble don't **** with me
outfit)
Jamie Foxx on the royal carpet leaks
that he yodeled three tunes
at a pregame party for Jerry's Kids;
T Boone and the Big W among them.
Quick cut
to Jamie's
new movie
Rio.
(I wonder if its
about Mexicano's
crossing the river?)
Wealth
Power
the perfect
image of ourselves
take a pill
I am Limitless
a new movie?
I've seen this one before.
I think I'm watching it now.
Just Go With It
Adam *******,
Jennifer Aniston
Americas sweetheart
teamed with Americas
kosher jokester.
He looks hot
in his droopy
pretend
don't give a ****
orange sweatshirt
and acid washed jeans.
Jennifer's ****, legs
what can you say
about America's sweetheart?
I think Brad Pitt
made a big mistake.
Bill O
is next.
Posturing,
arm wrestles
with the Prez,
shadow boxes
with the Big O.
"Muslim Brotherhoods
Rendition
Mubarack goes off the reservation
knows where the bodies are buried"
***!
***!
(Do we really need a dose of Fox Fear?
Is there no escape from the pernicious harangue?
Don't they know its Super Bowl Sunday?)
Bill O's drive by continues,
"Obamacare,
why do Americans hate you?"
Great journalism by this Fox ****.
Bill O is
haughty,
arrogant,
disrespectful
a despicable bully
and a self serving blow hard.
(My bladder is busting.
Its a great time to take a ****.)
We escape to
the freshness
of Owen Wilson's
smiling face,
playing two hand touch.
His bent nose
shining
he trots about
Jerry's field
carefree as a child.
(Is this a pitch, pass and punt
contest for A Listers?)
Other stars
join the light fun;
goose cheerleaders
give the cabana boys
hand-jobs
and themselves
a well earned blow-job.
Its an **** of photo ops
product placement
a sizzling collection
of dancing brands
prancing on the gridiron
of the New Cowboy field.
Ashton Kutcher
peeks over the shoulder
of a tweeting W.
I'm impressed
W knew
how to use
his thumbs.
Mrs. W's
permanent smile
was clearly visible
from the stadiums
cheapest seats.
Condie sat
way to the right
quietly stewing
lamenting
lost opportunities
of a gig as NFL
Commissioner.
On the stadiums floor
the frenetic dancing
of the
bumping
brands
fast
approaches
ecstatic elation.
Hollywood's version of
Whirling Dervishes; is
immediately stilled
as the solemn portion
of the program
commences.
The Declaration of Independence
is read by a bright galaxy of stars
accompanying armed service personnel
and other diligent American's.
"We hold these truths
to be self evident"
"United colonies
levee war,
dissolve bounds,
our day of allegiance
lives, fortunes and sacred honor
freedom is common sense,
free, equal, united"
CEO's
imprisoned
in Jerry's
luxury boxes
overcome
with
emotion
pound fists
on the glass
smearing
cocktail sauce
on the windows
of the suites.
Illegal
Chicano's
bravely
step forward
with rolls
of Bravo
and Windex
to wipe
it clean.
The focal point
of festivities
seismically
shifts like a
tectonic plate
almost as large
as Jerry's Stadium.
The stampede
of cheers
thunder like
canon shots,
the patriotic
ramparts of
militant
free market
capitalism
supplants the
shallow frivolity
of consumer slavery.
We are
compelled
to kneel
to celebrate a
Eucharist of
nationalism.
My partner explodes,
"Can't watch a football game
and view it for what it is,
a ******* football game."
The Fox
broadcasters
dedicate
this segment
of the show
to our military.
I squirm in my seat.
Sorry,
but the declaration is about
free people in free societies
not militarism.
Next up
dis old cowboy
Sam Elliot.
He knows
how to speak
the language
of real football fans.
Finally, a man of the people.
Sam introduced the cities.
He starts with Pittsburgh.
"Built on steel
a place where
terrible is good
these are the
enduring qualities
of this great American City."
The Steelers
make a timely entrance
onto the floor of the stadium,
as millionaires erupt
shaking their terrible towels.
Sam's
fuax
folkism
for
Fox Sports
continued.
"Green Bay is Title Town
the people never quit.
Crafty veterans are winners
exhorting all to greatness"
Images
of Lombardi's
toothy grin
fills my 72 inch screen.
A visitation by
America's Saint,
the sanctifier
of all competition
anoints the proceeding,
the quest to claim
the trophy named
for the games
very own
Archangel
of the
Gridiron.
The extended gig of
Lombardi's ghost
has haunted America
for over half a century;
has reportedly been seen
stalking the stage
on Broadway.
The anointed
Packers sprint
onto the field and
millionaire cheese heads
taking big bites out of life
erupt in cheers.
My hi def wide screen
made by Sharp reports
Battle of Los Angeles
opens 3/11/11.
The Chicago Code
premiers on Fox
sometime in March.
Walter Payton
Man of The Year Award
is presented
to an NFL Player
watching the game
with the troops
in Iraq.
The millionaires
don't cheer,
but the Fox announcers
are verklempt
overcome with patriotism.
Michelle Lee,
star
of Fox'***** show
Glee,
poses in front of a
sanitized choir
in blue uniforms to sing
America the Beautiful.
The beautiful song
is but an opening act
for the musical centerpiece
Star Spangled Banner.
The cameras cut
to a smiling W.
He can't get into Switzerland
but ******, he won't be turned out
of JJ's OK Corral.
Christina Aguilera
takes center stage.
She mounts
the silver football
crowning the
Holy Logo of the NFL
to sing the hallowed
Star Spangled Banner.
She fumbles her lines!
She forgot the rockets red glare!
The Steelers are crying.
The Packers are angry.
Ice melts from the stadiums roof.
The foundations of Jerry Jones
new stadium shakes.
A fly over of 4 fighters in formation
appears to be unaffected by the flub.
The planes do not crash.
They stay in formation.
The pilots spare Christina
a strafing and drone strike.
The republic remains
secure for now.
An unfamiliar announcer
addresses TV land.
He offers an apology to the fans
who cannot be seated.
The fire marshals
have revoked
Jerry's seating plan.
Greed got the better
of this man of the people.
Cowboy Stadium
is overbooked!
What is happening?
Is this America?
An ATT commercial
arrives just in time.
ATT has a new plan for America.
They encourage us to live social
with the new ATT AG.
Free market solutions
always work best.
Michael Douglas
reads another
patriotic exhortation.
"United we,
see the journey
of Acme Packers
as our journey."
"We see the resolve
of US Steel
as our resolve.
Big dreams
believe the best
journeys are
celebrated together."
(I'm down with that.
Whats good for Jerry Jones
is still good for me.
Right On! Check this stadium.
Power to the people!
It may not apply to the people who
will not be seated but tough nuggies.
This is America ******. Everybody
can't be seated at the table.
Even if they paid for their seat.
This ain't Red China.)
Neon Dion and other inductees
into the Football Hall of Fame
tosses the coin.
Steelers' call tails.
Heads it is.
At half time
The Black Eyed Peas
descend from
an upper Valhalla.
Still attired in
black fascist threads
The Righteous Peas
start wailing as
white metallic minions
dressed as
Imperial Storm Troopers
gallop to surround
their idols.
Precise formations
goose steppin bops
choreographic steps
the visceral *****
perfect counter-point
to swabbles of wiggling Peas.
Slash,
Guns and Roses
guitar hero
gunslinger
strode on stage
winging
this gal of mine
in choreographed
unison with
the leggy
Fergie.
Pumping it louder
the spectacle incites
the dancing
Imperial minions
quick steppin
and fetchin it
as Usher descends
in white unison
to leap and dance
over nasty
black peas.
The Gods
are descending
upon us.
Their words
have become
flesh.
The BEP's bleat
"kids are dying
wheres the love?"
Art does mirror life.
The neon hearts
of cheap
glow sticks
light up
the time
of our lives.
We are
cubed box heads
happily dancing along
the 50 yard line
answering China's
resounding drum
of frantic proletarians
bashing away
neocolonial disgrace
during the opening
ceremony of the worlds
greatest Olympian
display of
the pounding will
of an emerging nation
arriving on the world stage
with urgent insistence.
In America
we party on
every night
swiping
revoked
credit cards
for express lane
exits at the
local Walmart.
We are proud
highly personal
bar codes!
We refuse to be
marked down and flung
into discount bins at a
Tupelo Dollar Store.
Our light of life
flashes across screens
directing the trading pits
at the Chicago Board of Trade.
Each Super Bowl Sunday
souper bowl beggars
collect canned soup
for hungry Americans
at the local Shop and Drop
begging for larmen
boxes of Kraft
freeze dried noodles
and cans of Progresso
the feast of kings
A triumph
of the
Will I Am
BOOM BOOM
Says
Will I Am
I finish my bag of
Cool Ranch Doritos
and lick my partners
fingers clean.
Music Selection
Steve Miller,
Livin in the USA
2/7/11
Oakland
jbm
(WIP)