Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart

 


Sudden shadow passing through me
back to temptation rebellion Ta' Iowa girl
wind gust temp drop winter rain pressure meme
Always ghosts in eye corners 'round her
figured it part of illusion love
Blued-eyed brunette
with cd collection to beat band
Loved Led Zeppelin had the Zep
Introduced me to Polly Jean
White Striped O Yeah Yeah Yeah
Raised from the dead me
skeleton woman's breath saved
O my beloved revolutionary sweetheart
Hear my hidden secrets bought
with the passion I gave

Ate the pirate ship
 sails anchors all
Two decades younger she
Me gone Kraken fool
when disappeared she
like witness protection program
key scarlet starlet
for Caine's Mutiny remake
Ahab howled six years ... Six!

Putting that on the list

And she wouldn't listen
to "Ladies of the Canyon"
when I wanted her to
And she gave all she had
to any beggar on the street
And she would
bring the homeless home
Same for rehabbed animals
And she inextricably
started hating Maddow
And she wouldn't pick a religion
or style or sexual orientation
And she agreed with bejeweled
Navajo shopkeeper chick
I was bossy Capricorn One
When I would follow
Scorpio sultry royal 
beheaded Scot princess
DNA & O those hips
to Hades or Iowa
Not sure first which

Put that on, too. That witch!

And she was never same never
when mom committed suicide
And she wouldn't change
when I wanted her to be different
And she lost her fertile mind
when I didn't want her to
Ran in family sister said
Others wagged a finger
over her paranormal normal
For me not so much a curse
much more a feature
of her muse-lit funnel cloud
eternal conundrums

All the same 
put that in negative column

Noplacia 
unsafe 
& utopian
 impossible
Chapel Perilous 
at high volume
enduring bonds
implausible

And I have been again scouring
for that psychologist
needed to deal & insulate
over each tragedy with her

And then there was time
snow-crushed Iowa
talking taking task landlord
on why big old bathtub 
smelled methamphetamine
& he threw us out 
into series of motel hells

Thirteen years ... Thirteen!

In the positive
Her shake & bake
 escape technique
It was all I could do
to think about her 
red-shifting wiggle
down the road
drafting your heart
in the undertow
when I found myself
in deep trouble
But no worries
Did the secret 
move-into-shadow fade 
like a Sioux brave
Her ghost
getting me home

One last thing
for this soul expurgigatin' list
One last thing positive
sealed with a kiss

Tho unemployable
in way unique even
for Twenty-First Century
liberal arts grad
She could recite Chaucer
in Ye Olde English
& when called 
for prompted
her eyes ignited
metaphysical
& she could make piano
sound like dinosaurs walking
Well beyond wedding bells
or any other mere mortal law
believed tentatively to exist
She had the Magdelene heart
of a bombing paper rock
stinger scissors throwing
bachelorette anarchist

~ Douglas McDaniel
Tolleson, Arizona



For Jaimie Ondrea Dunn

Sunday, April 13, 2025

Intercepted Dispatch from a Political Theatre


Point zero nine percent

of the ninety nine percent

Punching trumpets against

dumbing down drums

humdrum passivity poison

danger Will Robinson danger!


Archangel Burnsie One. 

Archangel Burnsie One. 

Yankee Hotel Highrise.

Terminal Maximum Doubt.

Foxtrot Luxury Yacht.

Hot Cold Casino Roulette.

Are you marching? Copy.


Age of the Total Distorter

disorder imposed order chaos flow

Zombie floating dreaming denial

Normal abnormal not normal nope


Archangel Burnsie One. Copy.

Constitution won't

stop burning. Over.


A radical young cowboy mad hatter

Armed with a bullhorn crossing the light

disobeying sweet dissonance at red

Blowing hopeful to rouse the crowd

cowed army behind stuck got no green

Cemented to pavement with trickle-down needs

Collective Om snake anger slithering up the road

Intersection plugged can't get off the rug

"But this is a protest," protests he, bugged


Archangel Burnsie One. Did you say bric-a-brac ...

um what's bric-a-brac? Over. Or did you say

you threw a brick through a window? Over.

No Battle of Seattle shit that's an order. Over.

Did you eat your apple pie turnover? Over.


Tattooed nose ring rainbow female

parked after long march blocks ... Blocks!

Maybe future beloved X revolutionary sweetheart

slurping glazed-filled reward

donut holy smokes we won we won

Horizontal still standing alert

Home-brave meme-board on the floor

Inquisitor lonely warrior asking just asking

maybe a little too much Willam Burroughsie

maybe a little too much Salinger Pynchon remote

too far gone curmudgeon too smart-ass for own good

"How was the march? Was it good?"

"How did it compare to others?"


Burnsie. There were no others. Over


"Carl Jung said we need maximum

organizational change, far more than,

 to beat organized evil amassed"

"Would you like to listen to

my disenchanto cool soundtrack?"

"Did you get yourself organized, young lass?"

Oh no then oh no here it comes

words hit brain misfire somehow out loud

"Or was this a big show so everybody

can go out to lunch?"

She shudders & says "Good day, sir."

Fade away failed being normal mortal today

no more trying nothing else to say

found darkened theater ducked down Oswald low

Movie towers tumbling in smoking-sexy afterglow

lived happily ever 'cept nowhere else to go


Archangel Burnsie One

It came out of the mist

with agreeable symmetry. 

Over. Over. Do you copy?

Key rebel anthem cued for post. Over.

Electric locusts ready 

to munch White House lawn. Over.

Dorothy in Oz worried. Over.

Tango Alien Overlord Golfwaffe.

Do you copy?

Can't stop pyramid king. Over.

Laughing hysterical bad

 butterfly effects. Over.

How much change have you got?

Do you copy?


Wanted to be better man all can be

Like reading Ginsberg at church

Make appeal every prophet applies

 Aiming covert banned Gospel of St. Thomas

See bric-a-brac be bric-a-brac

See monster karate chopped already gone

but it all dispersed at the gates

of con-artist grifter carnival turn-styles

sucked into bars for well-deserved toasts

beneath glass canyon walls, immovable


~ Douglas McDaniel

Tolleson, Arizona


Mythville Bookstore


Editor's Note: The photograph of the sunset at the top of the page

 was taken in Tolleson, Arizona on Election Night 2024

Wednesday, April 9, 2025

A Good Walk Spoiled


Ill equipped for the club
Devo on game Twain said
was a good walk spoiled
No, I'm in costume
for the desert storm
Keeping quiet keeping
Top secret in camo fabric,
feeling airy fab for a fight
Warm body on the march
Velcro collar smoke-lit strategic 
Needing any army surplus
can get greedy hands on 

Can't make peace
without being a threat
Even if likely
get ass kicked
in military chic
stolen valor 
bric-a-brac

Maybe I should just surrender
all of my personal khaki
to Zelensky, who needs it more
than some dead peasant
on a walk-the-talk
bike & hike protest romp

Locusts of dust devils
Political demonstrations
Bank towers glass & steel
Never a shudder not once
O to be a better man ... Better, man

Superior footwear tamed the globe
Central banking & breezy jackets
Real hardcore pawn full metal
Casual wear for the multitudes
O sleeping silent majorities, thy song
tumbles numbly to stillness amid almighty
canyons of commerce safely unshaken

Meanwhile, the president
cheating by the third hole
& thy mind's eyes
gone sand-trapped mute

But what is this?
A rowdy roar of thousands?
An answer to the brute?

Now forming a great salient
everyone big wind pissed
& the anthem of rebellion
must chime right time
Maybe he'll feel crowd shot
shared on X by the Ninth?

Proton particle solar afterglow
arrival early enough gets the ghost
hum drumming ... they are coming, coming!
Strangely silent beached in retreat
Drank too much Gandhi night before
Steve Earles goin' Gandhi o Gandhi
Too many fools atop hills too long
shocked woke stiff by self-inflicted
earthquake dimension twisted 
Trumpigarchy intractable & Titanic,
oligarchy owned soulless groping nope

The sound of the crowd
Thousands howl ... the crowd,
sudden and awake ... Lionized!
But how long to howl? How long?
Surely White House operatives
running stats on the static throng now

Hours before liberty bell rung ... Hours!
O collective Om bending megahertz history
mystery change thumping up sandworms
Apache Mother vibe sending Geronimo home
for now ... hours before the bell rung ... Hours!

~ Douglas McDaniel
Tolleson, Arizona





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