Projection Past

play the past like improvisational jazz
keep a core,
a refrain to strike
when the entire edifice, so shaken
begins desedimentation
bring it all back to one inviolable simple fact
and then, once calm, solo
wildly – careering dangerously
off course, far right
trumpet your cause du jour
dead men refute no tales
corpsely marionettes on live master wires
assert your views, repeat frequently and loudly,
in no time a million ears
disapprove of a million years
and time’s deep expanse
is contracted to a microscopically manageable
handful of moments…
once you take your audience there,
disastrously diminished to greatness,
reduced to a state of exalted significance,
then they will eat from your open palm
plucked and dried
kernels of corn from your own shit

so strike with everything you’ve got
ring out those chords – push out those turds
the triumph of reality is fiction
revisable, editable fables
served to pulpy incurious minds
in desperate need of fortification
and soothing… relax, be calm
for America really is founded upon Judeo-Christian values
the Civil War was all about states’ rights
and nothing, no, nothing else
because our founding fathers fought to end slavery
as good devout men of faith
deeply enamored of a divine savior,
meddling in the affairs of man and state and sport
casting about blessings
extravagantly and willy-nilly
like a drunk offering praise,
and now they’re there
believing it all
accepting the historical fact of it,
take them back to the refrain
that recognizable oasis of sanity
in an insane Islamic desert
America is the greatest nation in the history of Earth
America is the greatest nation in the history of Earth
America is the greatest nation in the history of Earth
repetition is bliss
familiarity is happiness
rinse and repeat
rinse and repeat
play that song one more time
I haven’t heard it in minutes

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One Response to “Projection Past”

  1. themisanthropicmuse Says:

    “play that song one more time
    I haven’t heard it in minutes”

    I can’t help but smirk as I read those lines.

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