Gruesome blister on a denatured mind Chimes rumble the anchored soul foggy with Elysian wine Flippant ruse ignites a battered fuse rusty with malevolent impotence Blustery portents beyond expired extent throngs the chapels and pickets along the electrified fence That separates the grave from the gravity of a physics enslaved A physics where disillusioned mathematics and decay are as sure as taxes and the last earthen day Nescient of giant leaps our stepwise ascension is helical and cheap It snails along with unctuous repetition of pendulous rhythm and sails biologically with evolved and animated meat The advent of acid and bass is a keepsake for the epicurean chase Of a fulgurant galvanization of phases that remain unfazed Trends punctuate vain diversions and lionized conversions both raise and raze The velocity of money ensures a melliferous alchemy of a well-oiled plutocracy buffered by praise and pay Ivory-tower elegance is immune to demotic ignorance When the shot-callers devise the rules to the game with impenetrable clandestine eloquence Hebetude and lassitude sink abundant platitude and offer trite prescriptions for useless attitudes But the vogue of disembogued vanity entraps individualism and trains martial raillery Trends tantalized by preening epigamic tens makes the roosters become owls that neglect nest egg hens Fatuous ambush of the Kardashian putsch is as clockwork as Big Ben Murky lies appear in flimsy disguise suitable for mice “say cheese” demise Privacy cries and answers only lurk accessibly when spurred by wise “why’s” never asked when garish time flies Tweets and beats make us obese with threadbare wheat cultivated by nescient bleats Beatific ambition obscured by the wail of sheepish sheep Outnumbered by obtuse angels and a cute horde of meretricious dissolution that ever wrangles The shelter turns to rubble and the cloister turns to bustle: useful convolution thus entangles Agorophilia defiles a voiceless lechery on speed dial Disembodied violence sprints a green mile bankrolled by the peaceful throngs slowed through the paid but dilatory turnstile Thus we loiter in queue as the slew of vibrant militarized celerity taxes our pews Pews which enthuse jingoism eager to apportion sentient deaths through religious abuse We can surf beams of light chasing verisimilitudes of diversion bright Of unwagered immersion gambling a pittance for vicarious thrills and riskless fright To discover the vestige of war, a useless artifact of sore egos we now deplore An enormity of unmoored evil percolating apace of the paradoxical rush hour from shore to shore But more decisively than an implacable brush fire on pristine ground abetted by sleek star-crossed winds that soar Irenic ignorance placates, because a vagrant vacant mind is more a felicity than a bellicose grimy crease Because excess corrodes squinty detests, and partial enslavement is both a rest and arrest to earth’s untenanted lease
Decries the devolution of pop culture that transmogrifies people into sheep and then makes them sheepish over their peccadillos. It also bashes war as a callous mechanism of useless death. It concludes by asserting the paradox that the throngs in real life slow our movement but we can move at light speed through technological implements. It concludes that useful idiots are irenic if also disheartening. In the earlier sections it laments that materialistic monism is taking over because science has made us deterministic and thus blind to the numinous beyond that staggers beyond our comprehension. It addresses how we are silently monopolized by artful esoteric chess masters immune to trifling quibbles, and how distracted society has become with respect to digital plasticity and consumerist disfiguration spurred on by fatuous and meretricious values. It further satirizes the effigy of modern culture deliberately disfigured with grandiloquence to deploy resourceful linguistic invention. I hope you enjoy this piece!
Here is a response I posted on another poetry site with respect to this poem. It explains the emblems, themes, philosophical agenda and metaphors of this poem so that more people can appreciate the level of meticulous care I preen with my craft “I understand the charge of hyperbole, that was unintentional. It is an epiphenomenon of protean grandiloquence ( multi-pronged connotations suffering entropy through translation) crafted to emblazon lurid imagery and to conceal arcane mystery with an emphasis on cadence. When you use big words it is inevitable that some words chosen connote more strongly than you originally hoped for when writing it initially. Also, it was not designed to be solely a scathing harangue bemoaning the decadence and anomie endemic to this zeitgeist. You should read the final four or five lines (after I lambasted how war makes human life unnecessarily disposable for expedient aims). In those lines I marvel at miracle of technology wizardry and insinuate that in modern times we can wager much less to gain the same thrills we would have risked life and limb for before. Instead of a bottlenecked turnstile of industry that admits one person at a time like when entering an amusement park (the sluggish pace of premodern industry) to fund the clunky and internecine annihilation operated through rapid-fire death ( “Disembodied violence sprinting ‘the green mile’ A.K.A. a prisoner’s last walk before execution). The pace of society is a central theme of the poem throughout. The gravity of a physics enslaved implies the dilatory and dismal apprehension of a universe moving at an infinitesimally slow rate. A helical and cheap evolution mediated by animal meat snails along throughout history only to precipitate the exponential acceleration of human progress witnessed more recently after the advent of language. The rate of speed (the velocity of money line) is the lifeblood of all culture and all entertainment but it has become such a blur that it obscures the inveterate values of a leisurely stroll rather than a hedonistic galloping gallivant. Ironically, the plutocracy depends on gradate—(thus slow enough to lull people into the “say cheese” mousetrap (privacy eradication)—cultural devolution (clockwork like Big Ben to me evokes the imagery of a slowly ticking clock, a fixture and emblem of the proctor of the old world domineering over newfangled world prospects). Pop culture centered in the Anglophonic world depends on a rapid velocity of vagary blustery with money inuring people to fast-paced changes that abide by slow-moving subterfuge( the Kardashian putsch). The word ambush in that sentence implies that the encroachment of hegemons depends on a furtive approach solidified by an alacritous leap at the heartstrings of mankind in a moment of brinkmanship. The mousetrap is the slow roll but steady bet “say cheese demise”. The irony is that the only way this plan could work is because “wise why’s are never asked when garish time flies. This bewilderingly rapid pace is also the mechanism whereby sheltered obtuse angels are desensitized by breakneck cultural celerity that disabuses their naivety thus leading to useful convolution (paradigm shift). But there is also a lament that “meretricious wranglers” could lead to unmoored decadence bewildered by a smug agnostic relativism tethered to nothing more than the culmination of momentary fads reverberating in a plangent delay chamber like a finely crafted sound effect in a musical production program. The poem ends optimistically by concluding war is a vestige and concedes that partial enslavement (PC culture) is irenic precisely because it shepherds pedestrian considerations predictably in order to secure a stalemate. The Earth’s Untenanted Lease is thus arrested by counterbalanced nuclear specters. This leads to a rest and also an arrest of territorial claims. There is so much deliberate and emblematic imagery deployed here, drenched with subconscious enrichment that is unintended. A perfunctory interpretation of this piece misses so many astute cultural commentaries. The poem ends on a relatively positive note. The final several lines announce war as a vestige but concede that peace is built upon a latticework of acquiescent sheep indoctrinated to despise the past rather than learn from it (this goes slightly beyond what is directly stated). This poem in essence is about the ironic dynamics of history at the intersection of our modern cultural identity.
The oceans’ froth betrothed to lunatic scoff The sublunary elegance of a subdued earthen cough Infectious pulchritude conjures snow-globe turpitude Defiant humility professes to know the rudeness of the crude Distilled casually in a leery trance Terpsichorean choreography of a hallowed prance Callow scowls affix the hebetude of anger to the sauciness of banter Gallant cavalries court the cult of she and enamor and enchant her Foretold calamities proceed like clockwork from God’s destructive jaundice Death deployed as a sententious homily of wraiths that taunt us At every turn fatidic inspirations work to cement a known outcome Averted gaze away from rampant gays and fire-and-brimstone bunkum We cherish a world where the stodgy and outmoded monopolize choice considerations Where hedonism abreast of asceticism are internecine intimidations Suffer like Christ and buffer like tenacious poverty sustained by rice Dare to glower with menacing insistence at the known outcome of errant dice Soothsayers soothe prayers but cataclysm still dares To pulverize innocent insouciance and become the cynosure of trepidation and stares Heaven blares a deafening “obey” while hell stays silent to lure the prey Hobnob with hobgoblins and expect opprobrium to park and stay Gentility and class-divisions orchestrate a frozen system of tenacious prisons Stalking the lifeblood of mainlined ecstasies and surgical incisions Minority Report within the grasp of the majority uproar Dalliance with a self-fulfilling time means there will always be a bout between Bush and Gore Lecherous eyes prize a hedged bush and irascible lies seek copious gore But because the bush ensconces the ****** in bed with China the twin towers imploded for common core Mondegreens serenade a mistaken flirtation with a time traversed and mastered Swelling tides hearken the moon to make a hypothetical bonanza out of disaster Enumerated infinity within esoteric grasp and pandered sequester Bedazzled of foreknowledge it charters the uncharted exploitation faster and faster Burgeoning funds entertain a mind cloistered by infamy and oppressed by indecency Burbling puns ecstatic about the perpetuity of guns hector the province of a token leniency Squander the day and indulge the night by knowing exactly the demise of every shooting star Knowing the origin and legacy of every single scar Knowing the path creates the path known Every single stock you know you should with alacrity own Prosperous kinship and insubordinate brinksmanship win the prejudiced award Fencing with lethal intent the specter of death devolves into irenic accord Envy the impregnable corporate machine and its unassailable pipe dream Hunt the Wolfs of Wall Street until panic evolves into cacophony of screams Democratization of prophecy will cue the most titanic robbery Shills looking for upstart thrills will pretend an unwarranted snobbery Paradox is impossible because every moment elapsed is indelible and irrevocable Every frisson of love is fertile and impregnable So rejoice that the masters of the clock invest in select stocks And hope that parcels of secrecy tumble from the 1919 White Sox Emerald Street knows When the Music ‘s Over Brandished crumbs adorned with sportive panache clothed in a lucky clover Deprived of snide tithes and the confessions of millions protest a catholic cabal of universalism draped in quaint overalls Mock the hegemony of the sailing class and their brisk and copious squalls Opulent scions vouch for the failsafe prerogatives of Zion Sleeping awake we indulge the oneiromancies of Orion Cinematic wonders regale glorified eavesdropped blunders Until the secrecy of the machine is so conspicuously in sight it tears the elected pantheon asunder A master race of an intelligent nepotism in denial of its own disgrace Exploits the argosy of secrets of the flying-disked race But one day a challenger like a rooster will orient the demotic vogue towards the treasure trove And pirates will prosper in burgeoning droves Myths foisted will debunk themselves as eternity preens its chosen wealth Even the most furtive endeavors will have to equip even more stealth That day will prompt an arms race and a worms race To burrow beneath the chasms of malcontent and adopt and insular embrace They billow now with toxicity and malignancy Even death will have alternative contingencies The resplendent future will capture the common heart For the accumulated wisdom of words will make us infinitely more smart
The haystack is the needle and the iceberg is compact Scions of attrition tremble before the contract Jaundiced world-weary tears lament the frailty of days and the evanescence of years Senescence a cruel destruction, distracting garish comfort escorting the fears Displaced and forlorn love beckons a second chance Itinerant hopes know no commitment to simple embezzled parlance Of dice and kin, nepotism’s high-roller antics are the linchpin Frittered patience staking its bets on internecine dynamics of skin Affirmative traction of disenfranchised hopes rests on fallow seasons Traduced mirage tantalizes until the activation of regaled treasons Shock wed with dismay appoints the tutelage of prestidigitation Juggled triage aborts an unborn reason and anoints intimidation Aliens flummox the borders to enlist a new world disorder Trailblazers succumb to lawlessness and for every dollar gained we lose a quarter Chaos checkmates as power rests from decrepit hands foisting the meretricious brand Cattle scorched and sheep scattered as the broken hourglass can no longer count sand Time toppled serenaded by applause canned Toppled pyramids blind the eye of providence in the hour of unheralded prominence The terror of history unfurls the efflorescence of piracy as ghosts work to subvert the invisible hand Next dictums emerge that say supply on command, and entropy desecrates the land Phone home to arm the putsch, clone home for aliens we push Revisionism subverts the instruction of years and empowers the apotheosis of fear and the fourth ***** of George W. Bush Dynasties envy the anonymity of a bald-eagle cabal of skinhead guffaw Irascible genocide cavorts under the premise of shock and awe The lullaby of morons is flinching assent to the supremacy of the unelected and unassailable tyrants Discarding covenants on the principle of principality and counting on every knight to become errant Pyrrhic victory of the perverted cross corrals the flock Openly announced secrets enable the aliens to dock At the port they are greeted as the victors and granted not only amnesty but indemnity They brandish the unprecedented concept of an enumerated infinity To amuse the zero-sum victory they author a new history of utilitarianism dethroning deontology To the future readers they make contrite apologies But when the races of men are annihilated by the evil Zen boasting of its utilitarian ken The rubble of time cannot ascertain exactly how or when But on the dreaded hour the virus will conspire to elect the most reproachable power When panic reaches crescendo all the sugar in the world cannot but help to taste anything but sour Abort the tyrannical machine no matter how convincingly it preens No matter how much bunkum elevates the enchanting prevarication while concealing the affairs behind the scenes Voting for balkanized splinters designed to weather the winter sustains the monopoly of sophistry Ballyhoo saturates the airwaves and suddenly catcalling becomes gallantry Tune out the pulpit, divest the culprit and impugn systemic venality Dismantle the verisimilitude of shadows and hoist a giant mirror to reflect stark realities Cue the curtains fall, the specters grow tall, and the clout is daunted by establishment doubt The skeletonized truth severs the root but the behemoth armed to the teeth wages a bout Cartels conspire with arms and fire and resurrect stodgy tenets to prowl like an army of vampires To feed a fatuous superstition and to empower a censorship of convenience to enthrone a dark empire Cunning preponderance enlists divisive shills to let the ghastly thriller exact its thrills Occult obscurantism funds the vulnerable and tramples over the outspoken to actuate its will Hopes dashed, stocks crashed and strife abundant Generational dissonance revokes the incumbents Chapter one of this unsung war come and gone Stay tuned for the next addendum to see what is lost and who has won.
Decadent choirs bemoan the prudish proctor of the inevitable and decisive test Profligacy anneals and the knaves repeal the prohibition of the earth’s very best Despondent clouds tower over a garbled loud and an unapologetic proud Panache whisks the hallowed cross into transmogrified dross amassing a boisterous crowd Hidebound ideologies tether the masses to masses and gather the rust of the bustle and bust Recusant allegiance mocks the science of sanctimony and dissolute lust Deathless in prayer and breathless in despair rhapsody creeps and percolated ideals leap Arriving in the limelight of providence, the renegades daunted by the specter of commination weep Proofs now exist and investment in their emphasis burgeons into a divine cease and desist But in the hubris of victory and the rubrics of history pleasure wrenches control and importunacy insists Brisk alacrity and savvy rapacity beseech the death of the stodgy gate Time lingers in evanescent turmoil satiated only by the fish and the bait But when the bait runs in low supply the society hearkens the agents of the sky They pout over water even with verdant temptations escorting them away from the dry How do you anoint in a world preoccupied with the next joint rather than the next joint venture Revelations lies to stultify the brides of misadventure Caprice rampant, society recusant deadlocked in hedonistic dreadlocks The fools boast of victories never won, and the prattle of yesteryear is stalked Restraining order duly noted but never imposed Stygian elements wrought apparel to contribute to indecency in clothes To the master of destiny and the architect of decency I advise the future to focus more than just on recent sprees Ignominy forgotten in tokes, we forget about the labor of cotton We forget also about the putrefaction of the rotten Abdicate the uprooted era squelched by disorientation wrought by intensified sensations And return to the regal promise of prudes living beyond temptation But who is the fool foolish enough to forswear the hide of the bear in the dead of the winter scare Lilting in sumptuous praise and reckless abandon this charge and travesty seems unfair Slanted lies of stodgy disguise revile the return to primitive commode and camaraderie To loot of the panaceas and nepenthes to the extent of dearth seems a more egregious robbery But in the uprooted future the past has no say The primacy of today shines the refulgent and overpowering rays The sun won’t burn out but the burn outs won’t establish any clout Even in a world divorced from prudishness in sanctimonious doubt Powerless in the rout of pleasure over the scourge of dearth The earth awakens renewed even with the impossibility of rebirth Resurrecting the indulgences of Rome while abdicating the tome The theophany astounds especially the most prone The coming of righteousness working to castigate immoderacy The renegades listen barely enough to subvert their own profligacy Shouting over the skylines the rain announces the sentences for the wicked crimes Of a past forgotten and a future rotten because of an ill-designed time An ill-designed design leading to wanton men groveling in grime Time to indulge time to abstain Either extreme ultimately lame.
Affinity for the sharks attraction to the squeeze Apotropaic lyrics cure an ineluctable terminal disease Traversed time repent and rhyme For every dollar exists a crime for every penny lost cured with wine I serenade the world with lore threadbare and cloying but earnestly transcendent Linger longer in evanescence so I can see the rainbow’s intent Confederate putsch subverted by transnational push and supreme wonder Tactless assault on the unadulterated truth a sheepish blunder Ennobled and regal they gentrify the legal A European tyrant fishes the sky to capture the preeminent eagle Kings of the jungle turning us gradately into desert Desiccated promises elicit the thirst but **** myself they can be so curt One eye to see them all One conqueror beyond the confines of linearity hogs the ball Shoot the three when two will do Missing every time when the sky is completely blue Shrouded in the clouds are souls wafting to the sky Concealed in the Dow a dry rain turns the dust extra wry Moments clash with movements and chaos erects a monolithic lie Sold in every shop consumed by every cop it keeps us landlocked on the verge of flight Rescue the contempt needed to override the wrong and enshrine the right Abdicate the war, annex the score and appear to soar Words cannot corral the present anymore than the future can ignore The past becoming present presents us throttled to the wire Cartels own the news but the periphery is harder to conspire We scour the earth looking for rebirth We tower over the worthy with a catchy mirth To all law belongs the defeat of malcontent with a begrudging consent To any miser nothing is more miserable than avaricious but impotent intent Invisible prison with visible prisoners beset by bars established by BAR exams that we fail to apprehend Zero sum collapse contingent on the motives of the tyrants that cannot break or bend So stand to grow the earth with elapsing sand and synchronize the beating of the drum with the actions of the best possible invisible hand Choice monopolized by a garbled voice trying his best to be the lead singer of the smartest brand Wary of the scary and contemplative before the boast We align with design streamlined in serpentine time and on that sinuous path we coast So we find time for a dream that proves God is a dreamer Only to find out that all the teams play for the teamsters Bribe yourself and renege your own wage Depriving yourself of the ink needed to fill the page But many words are impotent When few will do All you truly need in this world is an emboldened you and a chosen few
Art is a beautiful thing. It portrays the deep emotions of the heart when words elude the tongue. It speaks when the grandiloquence of words lose their flavor. Suffused with hope and angst, art creates vibrancy in a black-and-white world.