The Black Helicopters

a political one

not even a shift in the night

or a bass chuka chuka

they will minstrelize the humble sellers

of shrunken, dusty oranges;

maybe a bad mouth

passed words to the birdmen

to crack open the sky,

a burnt walnut, half brain,

a ball of black string,

bags of sudden song;

hot and hot and hot,

nothing to put back together.

Reviews

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

I think my pineal gland just skipped a beat
and the cats in the cradle are thumping their heads
the rhythm is so epically, cathartically radioactive
and as george carlin extracted from the POV of the earth
what if all she ever wanted from humans was plastic
I've been told I'm good at interpreting politics
but it's just that burning smell/sound when disinformation
singes itself to abstractions; IDK how synesthesic it is
but I guess you can say I can taste it?
and all the peasants said "please don't wear red tonight"
and the ball bounces over the phonic sub-text
and the brainwave vibrations peel the layers that weren't love
a select few are screaming "horseshit", but between that
and things like "ants", trees stand a better chance
the documentary lodged itself in me like a splinter
the pus will draw it out if I refrain from grabbing the pin
and prematurely extrapolating; relativity, space, time
haven-in...something, something, usefulness...peace

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

in my defense, I DID just laugh at myself

[Coyote Song]

A very clever and impressive poem. I'm impressed! Good use of imagery to get your point across.