By Dennis Teichman
Where HQ’s collide smoke is the newsreel hue,
love what the generals said about the contrasting blur
available between mirrors and the dispossessed,
all that vital language gear carried around,
messaging aspects, management terms, terminal determinants,
a canny ability for re-scratching the tablets
in museums to reflect new historical boundary flush,
I’m blushing, with so many waiting with me
on this corner, to be considered the hired help
driving reigns slated for millennial stance,
take a number , assume the trance is aggregate,
take it as a package, its in the reality show
contract of portable lengths, act specified
as if troubles like these were unavoidable,
not enough to be drugged or dropped
when consonants spell me duped,
it’s a big picture fit for a small creed, cozy up ideals
for a mere fleshing out of those running figures
present in bomb-drop crescendo fly over.
We make fortunes here, unfortunates there,
market share trusts conflicts raging ,
plenty of room for a price on one’s head
to be lost in translation, trending through transaction,
eventually, Malthusian one day could be next Tuesday,
the face of part time land quadrants,
like it’s advised on the on point title box-
wreckage: the series, starts here
live in a world of containment
‘live’ from shipping containers
dressed in handout handsome figurative
there’s no better polite statement in police states
than battering ram viewed intrusion then
cut to dollar store living, selling point
tastefully done in grayscale, time lapse the spatial
as the next sent in exile
are trotted out in hands up march-off finality,
will the vanished please stand up
for the conqueror’s caterer’s head count?
there’s a need for ciphers at the company picnic,
audience for their version of horizon.
Cue the story old as the salute, I acknowledged
I miss the old shakedown street able clan,
cosmic in scope and breastplate demeanor,
face off or face down blood matters these days,
its not a reject of temperament here,
the dejected need time to reflect
on the requisite teamwork spunk ,
to find who’s daring done trapped in ad diction,
long hours
viewing not too much in the offing
beyond the day’s remaining view of gated camps’ stretch,
or the finding the escape tunnel on the map
where conquest is as re-creational as
outdoors in a cardboard box
with a familiar address is creation myth,
something like parallel play
or vacationing with family in Cognitiveland,
so lead on, so detention all proverbs,
and squire the detainees about
their language painted on
a green screen for effect.
But, just try keeping these suspicions of abstraction
away from the lurid real-time after the next
focus on that rebellious last stand in the background,
or what variety of pushovers drop
with or without a favored camera angle,
punch up more ruse with a tech savvy sashay,
we’re either in their dream
or pasted on backwards in the background,
make mine the world-view desperation tinge on the rocks
like it was spelled out in the training film at birth,
identifying with violence involves a slight timbre
coming from each glimpsing of pesky roadside incidents,
but it’s too hard to separate which voices snap a dying one-liner
when buried in fire’s rampage, my sight
was clouded moment to monument,
escalation to entrenchment,
while looking for volunteers to draw up
the drama on sidewalks, cloying images
of the landing site where pastel chalks
could spell the situation
might be teeming with catchy phrases
to make debatable equal vertigo,
I’m mis-lead, your mister, we’re plural of virus,
learning cloud dwelling angle through
the one-off proverbial-brink tour,
providing search teams years
to sort recognizable test languages,
matching bottle shards to soldier, citizen, gulagist,
any analysis that makes personal silence a functioning hero,
an eye’s blank stare, a gesture, for word’s broken snare.
Came to serve up the quixotic ‘desert’ topic
full of can’t miss theoretical logistics,
all hands off the deal making rejection,
the material for an abyss is deep enough
to be one more test of fortitude,
you gotta earn your nimbus
through innovation, not convocation,
let’s demand that spike in brass sales,
it’s the big essential alloy
now that silencers are legal fare,
sold with heart-shaped holster,
differences aren’t just a trope
in these parts, citizen stranger,
no need looking for a quiet ‘hood at last,
live this gadget-essential lifestyle pinnacle
and thank the all around leveling
of the fairness doctrine,
rule of thumb is you don’t
hear the bullet that gets you
and now add neither will those
cranky entities going after you,
so drive by the institutions
quislings, drive on by,
no one can be heard
inside the stained metal box.
