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~2012 New Berlin Remix~

Rapid Eye Movements
cruise down the Autobahn,
driving dreams of soldiers 
slaying the wicked Beast in the East,
seeds hidden in the cuff links
returning home for the victory parade.

The victory parade of the new millennium
is a mirage, as desert sand blows 
through the desolate streets of Basra,
spray painted slogans of 'Aryan Nation'
scrawled across crumbling walls.
High level Terror-alerts
scroll across the Fear o' Dome,
breeding paranoid glances 
of commercial-class passengers
flying high above barbed-wire compounds:
camps of cells in solitary confinement,
centralized secret service agents
unload the next set of trains.

"Son, do you forget all that we sacrificed?!
Have you lost all of your respect?
Okay, so maybe the Feds
became brainwashed by the Reds,
but this is for our freedom and safety.
This isn't about racial impurity,
but our Nationalist Socialist security!"

"You are all mixed now anyway,
doesn't matter if you are female, black, jew or gay,
we must unite together as a nation,
proudly wave our flags, fight our common enemy!
This enemy is trying to disintegrate
the very fabric of our free society!"

"Son, why can't you just see?!"
"Son, can you not see! Not see-notsee-notsea-notsi-notzi 
natzi-nazi-natzi-notzi-notsi-notsea-notsee-not see!"

....cold sweat.

I wake-up from a horrible nightmare,
remnants of images floating through my head.
Something about flocks of carnivorous sheep,
and rabid wolves for shepherds?
Jumping out of bed,
I quickly look in the mirror
just to make sure.
Everything looks as it should.
Lawnmower growls in the background,
sunshine leaks into the room
adding a warm touch to reality.
Through my bedroom window,
I spy the neighbour's Iron Eagle weathervane
goose-stepping towards the east.

Everything appears normal,
here, on the corner of 4th Reichstag Blvd.


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  1. Date: 12/25/2013 11:39:00 PM
    - Dashing through the snow In a one horse open sleigh O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way Bells on bob tails ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to laugh and sing A sleighing song tonight Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh HEY! :) <-- You got to love it I do hope you sang with me... Goodnight my friend... LINDA

  1. Date: 2/5/2013 12:03:00 PM
    I think Id leave off the ending....after your line dash. Nothing wrong with that writing, but it hits us over the head with the obvious.

    Aechtner Avatar Chris D. Aechtner
    Date: 2/5/2013 12:15:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Robert, thank you for the suggestion(and overall observation). I haven't considered ending the poem at that spot, until you mentioned it. Yeah, it works well that way. I wasn't trying to be too redundant, simply expanding on the theme of waking from a supposed dream, that is in actuality, a harsh reality. At times I most definitely ramble on.
  1. Date: 1/16/2013 6:56:00 PM
    Soap Mail!

  1. Date: 12/16/2012 2:22:00 PM
    This could be happening right now, only in a subtle suave way, bit by bit, a little here a little there, control, power, wealth, the only difference with your poem is, you gave it a name...Chris,, you are a master of telling it how it is, the only aspect of freedom today, is your free verse poetry, oh hopfully as well mine... brilliant mate this is...

  1. Date: 12/2/2012 3:06:00 PM
    Very scary!! I don't think anyone who has ever read 1984 or Brave New World [which used to assigned reading in the 60's wouldn't relate to this write..I hear YOU!] a rebel with a cause. Light & Love

  1. Date: 11/30/2012 3:33:00 PM
    I could write a book of comments on this poem of yours, but, instead, I will just say that this is brilliant...the imagery is incredible...metaphor extending so widely and so deeply...

  1. Date: 11/29/2012 1:48:00 PM
    You write like no one else Chris... and that my friend is unique... hope your well... Michael

  1. Date: 11/29/2012 7:04:00 AM
    Well, I guess your past life is no longer in question.... Excellent poem Chris, I loved the wordplay on Nazi. Hugs, catie :)

  1. Date: 11/29/2012 1:28:00 AM
    Suppe Post! (Soup Mail)

  1. Date: 11/29/2012 12:51:00 AM
    Ich musste nach der bedeutung des wort "Autobahn" im Deutsch-Englischen Wörterbuch suchen!! Express Highway. : ) Terrific wordplay, Chris! Es ist immer gekommen, um Ihre Gedichte zu lesen gutes. Rubenmacher.