Bones shackled, breast plate pierced, enemy to the new governance - SCREAMING dark hearted chants that linger in memory like death and love.

Come and be one: we are looking for your[self] substance. Is that the facade you've chosen? Only for now my friend.

Come and be clear: bring us your mistakes - especially those that you continue to make. Those that make you question your worth and capacity for love. Bring your folly, your hatred, your discontent, your ennui, your sluggishness, your truth.

I want to be around those who accept my naked soul. Stripped of the costume that makes me socially adequate or tolerable.  Can you be Who you truly are. I know you crave this. Embrace your anxiety and bring it with you...

All that you are is welcome here.

Look at me, my naked soul wears no pockets for a secret to survive.

When night comes,
I become a criminal,
a lover,
a revolutionary,
an army commander,
a millionaire ... and ...
but in the morning
I return as I was,
nothing but a Comix hero..

And we're off ...
the week has started ...

is it every day we're reminded
how fucken dense this man is?

how utterly, immeasurably ignorant
is this solid mass of orange nothingness
that's tinged with the green of envy,
the dark bile of bigotry,
& the ever present yellow
of moral cowardice,

shaded with coal black
labyrinthian hollows & dense thickets
of double-speak & blatant
lies.

Oh this man!

This pitiful caricature of every
far-too-rich fat cat you laffed at
in the Sunday comix,

all over-fed yet never satisfied,
trophy wife upon his velvet arm,
shy & lonely son left to play with imaginary
friends in a gilded palace of pillowed luxury
& golden gushing faucets of milk & honey
& all those fancy trinkets that declare to
himself each day,
... "Oh how I've made it!"

This bottomless well,
this mind of vacancies &
negative sub-atoms,
pure void of edgeless darkness
infinite & oh so very still,

this encyclopedia of the vacuum,
this mole of the intellect,
this dustbin of the present,
overflowing with inane
***-bits of elemental
irrelevance,
this!

& the horror is of course
that 60 odd million Americans
gave this jestered fool
the reins of power
in the most powerful
& consequential
nation on this
fragile & hurting
one & only
planet earth.

I have no politics. I just wish
other people would leave me
alone; when I was a kid I heard
about this little runt of a guy
with a weird moustache like
Oliver Hardy or Charlie Chaplin;
I wasn't a fan of Chaplin then
but Ollie was one of comedy's
most enduring pair, along with
Stan, who had a connection to
underground comix; anyway, I
figured the weird little guy was
something between the two;
Chaplin was cerebral & pointed,
Ollie & Stan were pure slapstick
to the nth level. So what did this
strange little guy do? He practically
took over the world! Invaded
Poland, attacked the USSR, itself
a huge conglomerate of war; so,
****** I learned that was his name,
& his jackbooted thugs in sharp
uniforms [once the sloppy SA were
gotten rid of], set about invading
Europe, eventually seizing France
who almost immediately divided
in two: **** sympathizing Vichy,
& the underground resistance.
There was no middle ground to the
two sides; many popular French
entertainers joining the fight against
the occupation, & those like Coco
Chanel shacked up with the invaders
for the sake of her own skin, & also
she kind of liked their style; you see,
in the beginning, Adolf ****** was
an artist who dreamt of great things;
he loved Architecture but failed
the entry exams to art school twice,
told to try his hand at architectural
school, ******'s lack formal education
preventing his qualifying. Needless
to say, Adolf designed the whole ****
thing from the ground up; his
groundbreaking thesis Mein Kampf,
spelled out his plans to transform Germany
into veritable Paradise, already thinking
beyond his time; imagining nuclear war,
space travel, even time travel,
super soldiers & androids; ****** knew
his ideas were way out there but he sat
down & designed the ******* flag for
the NSDAP, later, the uniforms for the SS,
who had succeeded the rowdy street fighting
SA in what is called the Night of the Long
Knives; how cool is that? The sequel to the
Night of Broken Glass, also referred to as
Kristallnacht. This was ******'s art, mass
participation performance of beatings, rapes,
killing & destruction; huge bonfires destroyed
precious relics of German literature, mostly
moderns who seemed to advocating a liberal,
bourgeois appeasement of the Jews,
as if going blindly into the open maw of Zion;
He could have been Walt Disney, as creative,
if not more so, or Norman Rockwell, if not as
sedate... ****** could have been a great poet,
foreshadowing the nihilism of the Beats
while carrying forward the lustful aspirations
of Nationalism. There's more to the story
but I was just a kid & the Holocaust didn't
mean **** to me, until I started dating Jewish
girls, even then the subject remained
tangential. ****** was inspired in part
by the American Confederacy which he saw
as a continuation of the successful American
Revolution; & seeing Napoleon as the heir
to the French, ******, & not only ******,
but his loyal followers imagined himself
as the repository of German knowledge
& philosophy; Kant, Wagner, Nietzsche,
Schopenhauer, as well as the Golden
Age knights & Mystic Nordic heroes...
all swirling about in ******'s head as with
the force of sheer will & heightened
oratory skills led the German nation
into the deadliest conflict in history.
****** versus the world; one artist's
attempt to remake the world in his image.

raised by mile-high plastic women;
most were white or pink,
some were brown or yellow;
told what to do by mechanical women;
I lived in a Smart-House before such
a thing was invented
in 1932 for the '39 World's Fair;

Mattel manufacturing M-16 machine guns:               the
latest improvement on the Tommy; goes perfectly w/ life-size Barbies hidden in a silo deep below the earth
     so when sapiens poison ourselves to extinction
            the robot-Barbies will be automatically
            activated & go on built more
      of themselves w/ ever improving
AI until sentience prevails in the
                  monolithic indestructible      polymer bodies i      
          ndistinguishable from actual flesh & blood woman    
      in almost every way -      difference being the W.O.M.E.N.
                                [warm oscillating mechanical energy node]                
      have no flaws
the British Invasion occurred in b/w
go-go girls made of flesh & blood
had black bars over their lady bits;
in places like Japan the      snooches
disappeared completely the weirder the manga comix got;

as if baby snooch was the solution;
what were they thinking, I think that
child-bride stuff comes out of Africa;
who would even think such a thing
desirable by any measure of reason - -

[I snicker                 quietly
to myself -                          when I
think                        what it might
have been                 like if
the                                 New York         School of Action Painters
                                        |                       ­       & confessional poets
had had                  social media available to them];
what           if Hefner       in Chicago          &
Mencken in NYC                             had been                   beat,
instead of                  a corporate
Asian                                         profit                               munchers;
[the comment              section]
would be an                                    |     essay section -
           &                 at some point The New Yorker
would                   have                    been written by
   actual                                               New Yorkers:
there would be pin-ups              beside
the           abstruse                                                mental gymnastics & hilariously ***** kosmic                  comix:
Kerouac would have                                           loving odes on Bettie;
Plath,             strange sonnets to Ginsberg:
&                   Hart Crane at the Stonewall
                      having survived the leap &
                       swimming to shore            
             [if not for (                        ) McCarthy & Kefauver,
                         the Mattachine      Revolution           would
have happened during WWII];           the zoot-suit riots
                   would have been             a mass gay outing:
           burly blond                   Midwestern-bred          
           sailors back
           from the war; some dead,              some only    seeming so,
beating down               effeminate                              Chicano men
&         dragging them            back into the ally;
                   ******* them                
    in the back alley                [lesbian fascists
    would have  come a lot sooner
    as                                            |  the solution to the problem]           & openly in the streets  [                    ], [           ] [                    ]|
throughout San Francisco &
     in Texas: along                    w/  thirty other migrants:
   Crane is             the poet-spokesperson for them all - -