Durkan. Paris Commune. Late-stage
Marxist-Leninism.
Thou shouldst not revile yon Orange
Man, lest and anger haunt thee.
Thou shouldst not participate in a Two
Minutes Hate, not any.
Parallel developments of dialectic
ideologies.
Wars: Position? Motion? Late-stage
Smithist-Financism
octopus of aggregation squid ink bubble
pop, we're very busied!
War of Motion! Apparatchiks. Old Boy's
Club. Both carbon
credits, Black Lives Matter
intersectional convergence,
counterhegemonic. Trump poopooed by
Governor Jay
Inslee. '...States Rights, Leninism
sitting in a tree, k-
i-s-s-i-n-g...' Hyperinflationary debt
pop insurrectionary epic
octopus-headache crescendo
shambles positive disintegration...
'will have order!'
Order in this fort! Calexit? Red
Guards. Washorexit?
Red Guards pull Jeff Davis down...
“We're gonna hang Jeff Davis
from the sour apple tree.” The mob
has been unleashed, has
just pulled down slave trader Edward
Colston's statue, dumped in Bristol
harbour. Neither “Classless” nor
“Democracy” but one word,
oligarchy! Oligarchic interlocking,
aggregation
paralleling other forms of global
integration.
State of the Whole People, meet
Democratism.
Sure, they're Marxist-Leninists, but
you can always buy those
wholesale, much like mobs. A word on
CHOP: Riddikulus. A
phrase on synthesis: Far Centre.
Nourished must the genii be with fear.
Red Dawn done did it with Americans!
Stunned stampede
mass hysteria coronovirus Great
Depression.
Insurrectionary-foreign war:
Novemberrevolution,
1918-19; Red October: 1917. Red Mafia.
“Red sky in morning, sailor's
warning.” Red Guards pull down values.
Wen2hua4 Da4Ge2ming4 hua4... They're
gonna hang Confucius from
the sour apple tree. They wanna pull
down Washington,
they wanna pull down Jefferson. They
wanna deconstruct all
hegemonic values. Red News, Education.
Children
chanting, holding carbon credit signs
up for their masters.
Children chanting as once college
students did before them.
“Beat the Whites with the Red Wedge”. Red, white, and blue,
“Beat the Whites with the Red Wedge”. Red, white, and blue,
How do you do? These Hectic Twenties
get to you, Red, white
and blue? You're looking sick Red,
white and blue, you're writhing hun.
You 've got you a hyperinflationary
insurrection,
hun. Talking 'bout you, Red,
white and blue! My land, you gotta
pull yourself together hun! Red. Red.
Red. Red. Red. White.
I wonder who is paying for the Marxists
and the mobs
and what will happen to the people,
people who lost jobs.
Mine eyes have seen professionals
stampeding to the moon,
susceptible as buffalos to any passing
tune.
Their willingness to come aboard those
contact tracing apps
stands out to me as clearly now as
squiggly lines on maps
amid the driving rapids churning,
drilling them with dreaming.
I know not whom but raise our flag at twilight's last gleaming.
I know not whom but raise our flag at twilight's last gleaming.
