Poetry for the modern era, exposing the hegemonic magic that has intoxicated everyone. I’ve written 5,000 poems for you over the past 20 years. Full throttle feminism, poetry, and PSYOPs in action – running on people power.
The Cement Factory
received the votes from Television
suspension in the air
promulgated the holy
high fructose corn syrup
combined from the fields.
The cancer research institutes
with the quotas,
pipelines from the funders
in the keep,
the blast padded walls
of the Cement Factory,
one in Siberia,
one in Oregon.
We keep watch of good
People have lined up.
The keepers of the Factory.
We turn to you Television.
We receive The Activations.
O life of this bird,
breaded and deep-fried.
Padded hands of god
laying the skinless muscles down
by auroras of gold and marble.
To seasoning, to spice, to oil.
For the oligarchs who
spend their vacation in God’s house:
the celebrity-chef cuisine.
For the executives who do their will:
the Palm Springs five-star cuisine.
That we may be so fortunate
for them to bring it down to us lesser,
the human beings.
I attacked the teenagers.
I admit I did.
I inherited them into the government.
In the greater time of decision making
one should impose the state of teenager.
Why did that person join the police force?
Adolf Hitler cherished teenagers.
Grandmother cherished teddy bear figurines.
Why are the teenagers eating snack foods on TV?
Who’s watching the TV,
what era and signal does it signal?