1/20/2021 – – – – (000)

                                     (my)HOWL
         
                                             for
                                  Allen Ginsberg
                                   
                                               I

I saw the worst minds of my generation, a plague of 
            madness, soul-starved in naked depravity
dragging Negroes through the streets at midnight,
            this angry system begging for a fix,
angels of Armageddon burning for the ancient prophesy
            disconnected from the starry dynamo in twisted 
            machinery of eternal night,
who with wealth beyond imagination watched impoverished
            humanity smolder from the echoed marbled darkness
            of gated seclusion hovering over once-city remnants,
            contemplating nil,
who pared young brains through dense fences of Hell and
            padlocked doors, scarring blank slates forever
            starved for illumination,
who bought out universities with cool venture capital fortunes
            in hallucinatory self-importance while graduating tragic
            scholars of staggering debt,
who were purged from the cloud for live-streaming the
            obscenity of their hate through small shattered
            screens,
who slashed away at long ragged snakes of tattered clothing,
            burning money on porous steel dreams, wasting caged
            lives to the Terror at the wall,
who busted heads in public, and silenced dissent in anony-
            mous white vans from Portland to Chicago to New York,
who ate junk food in Oval Offices or drank bleach in churches,
            death, or purgatoried their lungs in unmasked bars
            night after night,
with thoughts, with prayers, with hollow promises, false 
            claims, Diet Cokes and endless lies
incomprehensible blind tweets shuddering loud, and
            light in the mind leaping towards polls in
            Mar a Lago & Fantasyland, illuminating the sub-
            conscious underworld of Times past,
OxyContin realities in backwood bleak economies,
            drunken dawns in tented storefronts, joyriding
            limousines playing Let’s Make a Deal in the
            flickering American winter, roaring past lost lives
            and lost minds,
who chained themselves to cardboard prophets for a four-
            year descent into Promised Land mirages,             
            scattering blame among innocents, until the noise             
            of collapse brought them down betrayed, butt-hurt             
            and broken, railing at their own images reflected in             
            the shattered mirrors of Now,
who sank to knees of worship for the narrow-minded god
            of their own creation, sitting at the right hand of the
            false prophet profiteering and listening to devout             
            crackpots speaking in forked tongues,
who spewed continuously in 140 characters from toilet 
            to table to desk to toilet to table to desk to toilet 
            to bed and toilet again,
a tragic gaggle of pundit commentators jumping through
            hoops, lowering their ever-lowering bar even             
            lower, beneath dignity, beneath decency, beneath             
            truth,
accusing, blaming, insulting, mocking, threatening,               
            alluding to false facts and fantasies, delivering             
            crotch kicks and backstabs to victims, moralists
            and vets,
with intellects exchanged for total loyalty, and pardons
            granted to bag men and butchers, the meat of the
            former-favored cast to the curb,
who descended the Golden Escalator of Destiny to leave a
            trail of sixteen white elephants picture postcards of
            Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland,
envying the Korean rocket man, the Russian mob boss, the            
            Turkish strongman, the Philippine enforcer, the             
            Brazilian firestarter, the cruel Israeli landlord, and             
            the Chinese president-for life,
who wandered from dressing room to dressing room of             
            the Beauty Pageants of America, wondering what             
            pussy to grab next, leaving no trace of heart,
who cut deals in golfcarts golfcarts golfcarts racketeering
            walrus mulligans in lonesome foursomes with fair-            
            weather friends,
who studied Mussolini von Mieses Ayn Rand prosperity             
            theology and satanic pregnancies but preached to            
            TikTok empty seats in Tulsa,
who loned it down the path of the South Lawn, a vision of             
            crumpled untied faded smeared with orange collar
            and small white palms,
who doubled-down on anarchy futures and worshipped at             
            the false altar of Big Data and talking telescopes             
            laserfocused on private lives,
who jumped into raw deals with the Chinaman on artless             
            impulse while leaving his cards facedown for a cold               
            winter Christmas shopping in smalltown America,
who lounged fat and lonely in Mar a Lago with no music pets
            or laughter, and conversed with the One Jew Nazi
            about infestations of eternal White America while             
            giving painful birth to his own Shithole Country,
who disappeared prosecutors for getting too close to Russian
            associates, erasing paths to shadowy payments leaving
            nothing but the ash of evidence scattered in lobbies of            
            the Ukraine,
who reinvented weather along the Southern Coast and saved
            Alabama from Dorian’s mode of destruction using only a             
            Sharpie marker,
who burned clean coal despite the fact that it simply does not             
            exist beyond the propagandic haze of Capitalism,
who distributed 250 million dollars worth of Javelin Missiles
            after seeking a quid for his pro quo as the sirens
            of the whistleblowers wailed, and Zelinsky wailed,           
            and the Democrat Congress also wailed,
who broke down blue boxes in black neighborhoods in
            naked desperation before dismantled machinery and
            skeleton crews,
who’s bit-part AstroTurf shrieked with delight for fifty bucks
            and a free t-shirt, fluffed by megaphones of praise and
            the intoxicant of proximate fame,
who wept stale beer into national microphones and dragged
            girls into frat party bedrooms groping genitals
            and judicial robes,
who fucked the Statue of Liberty in the ass while self-            
            appointed saints testified with prideful ecstasy about             
            god’s plan, 
who chanted “blood & soil” to the romantic glow of their 
            Cost Plus tiki torches and partied like it was 1933,
who bailed on rose gardens and public lands for cutting,             
            mining, fracking, drilling, dredging, extracting, paving             
            and laying pipe through sacred cemeteries and holy             
            waterways freely to whomever came to pay,
who word-farted endlessly trying to communicate but wound             
            up lost behind a partition of TelePrompters til faux
            journalists came to lob softballs, underhand,
who sold their souls to the siren songs of seduction - the             
            hollow melody of loveless lust, the pathetic bombast of             
            unearned power, and the unresolved dissonance of an              
            unquenchable greed that makes nothing, gives nothing,             
            and offers nothing but must have everything in return,
who graduated from Libertine University with a speedo and a             
            glass of black water, summoning The Fixer for future             
            endorsements and scratching that unHoly Itch while             
            making love offerings to the Saintly Pool Boy with a             
            vision of ultimate cuck bathed in the fetid gyzym of             
            hypocritical self-righteousness,
who island pimped for heads of state and socialites, spilling 
            semen on the red eyed trembling innocents, with book             
            upon book of names and numbers dying with them by 
            enforced suicide, 
who whored their night-school law degree in defense of 
            darkside extra-curriculars, W.B., legal hero of the Secret 
            Government, launderer, Bully of Columbia, and staunch 
            defender of BCCI, — death penalties and absolute 
            power in pursuit of the traditional moral order &  
            executive privilege, & The Crusades, while earning the 
            contempt of Congress for sympathetic editings & 
            whitewashings, & heat-beaming paths for Lafayette 
            Square photo-ops, & allies of his King, 
who faded away after his security clearance got lifted, then             
            backed the Alabammy Judge who dates ‘em young             
            before crapping out in Europe, abandoned by Mercer             
            to hawk white gin blossom nationalism and fraudulent             
            wall futures and begging pardon after stumbling off 
            Guo’s yacht in Post Office handcuffs, 
who found clemency with their hands full of blood, littering 
            Iraqi soil with pieces of anything that moved, before             
            sealing the grey room full of spent casings and             
            desecrated souvenirs, 
who longed for the diplomacy of war and mocked the global 
            constraints on his sovereign, hawking pre-emptive             
            strikes before testifying by proxy on the brief ride of a             
            best-seller then slowly fading into oblivion, 
who ate Zimbabwe leopard and flashed the elephant’s     
            severed tail, bottom-feeding hunters looting charities             
            and always punching down, 
who wept in private at the lack of romance, and swatted away             
            the grabbing hand that leaves them to walk in the rain             
            without an umbrella, 
who sat uninvited at the G20 breathing in rarefied air while            
          longing for daddy’s lap, and hawked dresses and black             
          beans from high atop her princess loft, 
who coughed up sneering contempt at the enemy of the people, 
            ever-spinning mouthpiece flamethrowing unapologetic             
            never-lie explanations behind the desecrated podium, 
who sprayed his mercenary blackwater on foes both foreign 
            and domestic while his sister prayerfully profited from 
            turning American education into gibberish, 
who cooked up & sold his own mythology from the heart 
            of the apple, eyes frozen with robotic denials, 
            backchanneling royal quid pro quos with 
            incarcerated cronies, 
who plunged themselves into meaningless analysis 
            searching for covfefe, 
who tossed their bow tie off-camera to be recast as the peak of 
            Broadcast Urinalism & pissed out Eternities of Hate 
            from beneath white sheets for the next generation 
who cut off the opposition on a Texas freeway and brought 
            mob rule to free and fair elections, lost, and were 
            forced onto other platforms where they cried to each 
            other and to their Q-Anon Jesus, 
who burned alive the hardwon stars ‘n’ bars of Pentagon 
            uniforms in exchange for brand loyalty and armed 
            American soldiers on armed American streets amid 
            the squeal of ammonium nitrate delivery trucks & the 
            sinister click of semi-automatic pitchforks, or 
            committed lynchings as faith-drunk patriots from an 
            Alternate Reality, 
who jumped into a Philadelphia press conference at Four 
            Seasons Total Landscaping this actually happened then 
            walked forgotten past the crematorium and the adult 
            novelty shop in a ghostly industrial alley, not even one 
            free dildo, 
who greased the wheels or ground them to a halt depending, 
            gave their own twisted sperm to zombie corporate 
            personhood, wallowed proudly in zero-sum politics, 
            leaped on negroes, smirk-gloated unclean through the 
            halls of justice, jackboot danced on the corpse of 
            democracy, raised obstruction to an art form and 
            subjected generations of the many to the whims of the 
            few, skillful deaf to the sick, poor, voiceless and voteless 
            in twisted allegiance to a party you were not invited to, 
who drilled down thru the deepstate conspiracy to the even 
            deeper deepstate conspiracy to the even even deeper 
            deeper deepstate conspiracy til finally falling flailing 
            through the flaky crust of this our flattened earth, 
who with mere days to spare, leased 1.6 million acres of 
            wildcountry for visions of wells, visions of jobs, and 
            visions of irresponsible stewardship for all Eternity, 
who lost in Michigan, who lost in Wisconsin, who lost in 
            Arizona, who lost in Pennsylvania, and who lost three
            times in Georgia, but still won in their own mind & 
            brooded & tweeted from their Golf Course in Virginia as 
            their father’s dark memory hungered only for winners, 
who fell to their knees on the Oval Office sofa, praying for 
            victims of the Bowling Green massacre and illuminating 
            alternative facts, 
who crashed Rudy’s party releasing the Kraken in vengeful 
            wrath over Satan’s Dominion & subsequently 
            presented impossible mountains of Venezuelan & 
            Cuban evidence over 30,000 fraudulent votes from a 
            food truck & a circus full of witless witnesses, 
who should retire to Mar-a-Lago and cultivate a life, to learn 
            to laugh besides at somebody and at least get a fucking 
            dog and maybe get dug by the blistering quicksilver jazz 
            rage of Albert Ayler or at least Kenny G, 
who demanded martial law accusing the media & Democrats
            of stealing a free & fair election & were left with empty             
            hands & sour grape cries for Civil War,
who spilled childbrains upon the asphalt streets of Baghdad             
            and subsequently presented themselves as exalted             
            warriors, serving only cruelty in a madhouse massacre             
            of fourteen innocents, contractors of slaughter building             
            vectors of grief and mercenary impunity,
and who were given instead the spiteful mercy of a failed             
            despot, rewarder of fraud witness tampering tax eva-
            sion influence peddling conspiracy pimping assault &
            murder, but most all, loyalty, 
who in humorless protest overturned exactly zero election 
            results, dreaming nightly of electoral coups, 
returning again & again to the concrete mirage of fake ballots  
            cast & recast by millions of dead Communist immi- 
            grants & calling for the madman doom of a new 
            election to be held under martial law,
Keystone State’s, Arizona’s and Wisconsin’s voting laws             
            bickered & parsed by those with an eye on 2024,
            rocking the base, tipping the scales, and sharpening            
            the flagpoles of foaming patriots, dreaming of a night-            
            mare of lynched bodies tried & convicted by mob             
            rule,
who fucked up fucked with and fucked their way up the
             White House ladder, drunk, packing & unelectable,             
             grabbing the ill-timed notebook and grabbing ass and            
             grabbing the disagreeable placard, a bully with              
             opportunistic conscience, peddling influence and sound             
             bites with no discernable obligation to the truth,
america, while you are not safe i am not safe, and now             
             masked & armed you stand before me unrecognizable
             in your anger fear need & utter denial –
and who therefore left their paying friends adrift on the red             
             carpets of Palm Beach, obsessed with overturning the             
             tables of democracy & betrayed even by their own             
             Judas VP and their former senate majority enabler,
  who dreamt of incoherent revolution, briefly suspending time
             and storming the slightly opened gates, enabled by
             elected insurrectionists and feeling loved & special by
             their savior of the twisted cross, coming in peace &             
             bullet-proof vests while gunning for traitors & satanic             
             opposition & indulging in the celebratory tantrum             
             dance of the Angry White Man 
to smash the test tubes of this Our Great Experiment, with jack-            
             boot echoes in once-hallowed halls springing from            
             dogwhistle call-to-arms, shameless heavy-duty zip ties             
             seeking someone they did not vote for & leaving behind 
             the viral rumor of roasted nuts
the grifter and his marks, over 74 million strong, laying down             
             a reality show for the ages, a ratings coup for the eyeball             
             farmers and a little death for our collective humanity, 
then shrinking before our very eyes in the hot piss glow of a       
             spotlight cursed & craved, whispering ghost strains of a 
             farewell song forever noteless unsacred catalyst for so  
             much of America’s naked suffering & perfect flawed             
             vessel for entire universes where heart does not matter
with the absolute heart of a once-great nation butchered on the   
             altar of their own quenchless ego, may they live on in    
             irrelevance for a thousand years.      


                                                     II

What twisted craftsman of bone and blood could revel in the
            sacrifice of his own creation gutted upon the 
            blasphemous altar of self-reverence?
Nebro!  Demiurge!  Fool!  Rebel!  Expelled from the Fullness to             
            bask in mirrored adulation!  Depriving his children of
            The Ultimate Spark!  Dousing Holy Thirst with the
            brackish water of forgetfulness!
Nebro!  Nebro!  Pretender to Greatness Nebro!  Nebro the             
            arrogant!  Vengeful Nebro!  Nebro the flawed creator of
            this flawed world!
Nebro the pridefully ignorant!  Nebro the lion-headed snake-
            child of Chaos, Nebro the corrupted false-father!  Nebro 
            whose unflinching demand for loyalty is itself a 
            betrayal!  Nebro the deceiving redeemer!
Nebro who would wall-in the Infinite!  Nebro whose blood
            flows without heart pumping!  Nebro whose fingers
            lack the finishing touch!  Nebro who’s puffed chest is
            always hollow!  Nebro with willfully deaf ears to the
            harmony that resonates fully without mass!
Nebro who is blind to universes beyond the breath of his             
            atmosphere!  Nebro whose scaled forgeries demand                   
            endless devotion!  Nebro who dreams of the vengeance             
            before the betrayal!  Nebro the sower of empty seeds!              
            Nebro the reaper of a barren garden!
Nebro whose love is bestowed with conditions!  Nebro            
            whose spirit never becomes fully manifest!  Nebro
            whose wealth reeks of Ponzi alchemy!  Nebro whose             
            fate is but humbling reabsorbtion into the unseen!              
            Nebro whose name is, sadly, not unpronounceable!
Nebro who in loneliness begat creation!  Nebro and his ToyBox      
            of wonders!  Nebro the mere reflection!  Nebro mated 
            with his own madness!  Cast away and visionless Nebro!
Nebro who entered the garden uninvited!  Nebro the luminous 
            dark shadow obscuring consciousness!  Nebro the 
            abandoned child jealous father!  Living in the dream of Nebro!  
            Longing for the self-generating light!
Nebro!  Nebro!  corrupted offerings!  warped cathedrals! 
            distorted hymns!  suppressed gospels!  demonic
            minions!  spectral acolytes!  the maker and the made!              
            devout mockeries!  holy forgeries!
They stared in awe at the at the skewed perfection of Nebro!               
            matter, form, density, time!  the lush field of corporeal
            distraction!  cloaking the divine infinite which is 
            everywhere about us!
Surviving!  attracting!  acquiring!  controlling!  do-ing
            be-ing! the whole experience-ing of exist-ing!
Dreams!  aspirations!  yearnings!  gnawing hungers!  all side-
            effects of his unholy counterfeit separation!
Break through!  beyond the canopy!  beyond the lack!  beyond
            the given perception!  immunity from the fire!  vision
            and resurrection!  from banishment to liberation to 
            transcendence!  Fuck Nebro and his brimstone 
            tantrums!  the true god is no cannibal!
 Fly away now, fly away!  We’ve seen enough!  barricaded
             democracy!  freedom behind fences!  They slipped out 
             the back!  They headed south for the winter!  to 
             emptiness!  fired!  this bitter pill!  this malignant 
             footnote!  into the past!

 
                                                III

George Floyd! I’m with you in Minneapolis
         where for eight minutes and 46 seconds, we cannot
         breathe
I’m with you in Brunswick
        where, for jogging while Black, we get hunted down for
        sport by a box of crackers
 I’m with you in Buffalo
         where we are told that we tripped and fell, while blood
         flows freely from our head and the RoboCops go
         marching marching on
 I’m with you at a Taco Bell Drive-Thru in Vallejo
         where had we known it was our Last Supper
         we would have fallen asleep at a Burger King
 I’m with you in Louisville
         where we are shot eight times on a botched warrant,
         but hey – accidents will happen
 I’m with you in Oakland
         where we are boogaloo ambushed as uniformed
         casualties of the race war, while our Top Cop still thinks
         the real enemy is the anti-Fascists
 I’m with you in Dayton
         because even insane people are guaranteed their
         Second Amendment rights
 I’m with you on the shores of the Rio Grande
         face down next to our beautiful baby girl
 I’m with you in El Paso
         where by the time we realize those were not
         firecrackers, it is too late
 I’m with you in Istanbul
         a mere journalist, dismembered
 I’m with you in San Juan
         where we’re mopping up what’s left of our lives with a
         single sacred roll of the quicker picker upper
 I’m with you in Las Vegas
         where lead rains down upon Mandalay Bay and we
         laugh like crisis actors waiting for a check from
         George Soros
 I’m with you in Charlottesville
         where careening metal makes us fly like bowling pins,
         and where he pleads guilty, but not nearly guilty enough
 I’m with you in San Antonio
         where we ride in on eternity’s darkness, taking our last
         breath together in search of a better life
 I’m with you on the Portland MAX
         bleeding out for the hijabs of total strangers
 I’m with you in Roger Ailes’ office
         vomiting into his wastepaper basket
 I’m with you in Berkeley
         watching some good cops as they watch us getting
         clubbed by some good people
 I’m with you in Kenosha
         where for seven times our three young children
         get to watch us getting shot in the back
 I’m with you in Afghanistan
         where the Mother of all Bombs killed no civilians
         except us
 I’m with you in New York City
         where our last thoughts came in a ventilator crying
         for our mothers along with only 400,000 others
 I'm with you in Michigan
         where we almost got kidnapped by patriots for daring
         to close the gymnasiums
 I’m with you in Columbus
         where our keys are in the door and we are on the floor
         with blood with sandwiches with three shots to the back
 And I’m with you in Columbus
         again
 I’m with you in Our Nation's Capitol,
        dying in service to an extinguishing ideal
 I’m with you in every burned-out Church & Synagogue,
         & every shot-up school, house party & dance hall, every
         emergency room, meat locker & morgue, where in my 
         dreams, through smoke & bullet holes, through my final 
         longing for your voice your touch your very smell, you   
         wipe away my tears and convince me that someday every-
         thing is gonna be all right


                         FOOTNOTE TO (my)HOWL

Wholly Holey! Wholly Holey Whole Hole! Holy Hole! Holy!
         Holy Hole! Wholly Holy Holey Hole!
 The planet is holey! The spirit is holey! Black skin is holey!
         White skin is holey! Brown skin is holey! Red skin is
         holey! Yellow skin is holey! Green skin is holey! Blue
         skin is holey! All skin is holey! No skin is holey!
 Everything is wholly holey! everybody’s wholly holey! in every
         heart everywhere, there are holy, holy holes! an eternity
         in four years!  a Sucker born every sacred minute!
 The anarchist’s as holey as the storm trooper!  the politician’s  
         as holey as the soulless unnamed PACs are holey!
 The aching thumbs are holey the latent live-streams are holey
         the thirsty ears are holey the on-line tip jars are holey!
 Holey Sally Yates!  Holey Preet Bharara  Holey Christine
         Blasey Ford!  Holey Walter Schaub Jr!  Holey Marie
         Yovanovitch!  Holey Lieutenant Colonel Alexander
         Vindman!  Holey Dr. Anthony Fauci!  Holey Coach
         Aaron Feis!  Holey the unknown casualties of politics
         after midnight and off the clock!   Holey the awesome
         and horrible singular reality!
 Holey whistleblower Edward Snowden!  Holey journalist Julian
         Assange!  Holey patriot Chelsea Manning!
 Holey the latent stutterstep jamnation!  Holy the fucking Zoom 
         Apocalypse!  Holy the distanced drummers as they 
         groove in 13/8 bongos & forgiveness & legal marijuana!
 Holey the solitudes of the ICU and the meatlocker morgues!
         Holey the agony of the 6-feet untouchables!  Holey the
         stinking masks and streets of discarded rubber gloves!
 Holey the deepstate multitudes!  Holey the vast flocks of
         libtards and sheeple!  Holey the flaming passions of
         low-information zealotry!  Who digs The Confederacy
         IS The Confederacy!
 Holey Tulsa Holey Phoenix Holey Tampa Holey Winston &
         Salem Holey Henderson Holey Johnstown Holey Des
         Moines Holey Greenville Holey Macon Holey Reno
         Holey Las Vegas Holey Pensacola Holey Allentown
         Holey Omaha Holey Kenosha Holey Bullhead City!
 Holey time holey life holey family holey relationship holey
         cohort holey precious routine and schedule holey
         expectations holey the crumbling kingdom of Nebro!
 Holey the heart holey the mind holey the feelings holy intuition 
         holey knowledge beyond training holey spontaneous
         knowing holey the wholly holy self and the wholly holy
         holey vision and holey the incomprehensible void!
 Holey the eternal extra brilliant flame of our wholly holy holy
         birthright to be whole!

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