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
Editor's Note: The photograph of the sunset at the top of the page
was taken in Tolleson, Arizona on Election Night 2024
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