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No’s
Talking to themselves in the third person
Detached, separate,
ominous—a stilted nuance that does want to know
Abrupt attention spans lashing out as the deadends foreclose
Cutting back on all the backslapping
Having wanted to believe all the
smooth lies and all that crap brings
Devolver minds snapping
Struggling to get out from under makes denial clear
That hate will only listen to fear
Ground-zero panderers jacked up on anger and lack of reason
Birthers,
churchers,
hardrighters, flinching through all the circumspect treasons
The angryanxiety fringe
A binge of onthemake bumper-sticker values gone rouge
Corrosive
these druthers and their blackface esthetic:
the avarice acumen pathetic
Offish flaws as validation, rage as wisdom
What the No generation has become
A reality TV worldview that sees itself through its swindled delusions
Overmedicated, undereducated—the slander ethic
70%-off prosperity
Nightmare personalities who just don’t get it
Alibiing
the next impulse—gimme now
Rationalizing the next urge—gimme now
Surging the absurd—gimme now
Going for another denial do or die—gimme now
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Knowshow
All nodes firing all the time
Shine on—the glare focusing the hacks
Everything shown
Everything known
Metamalice is good to go
It’s the Knowshow
The devolving snarkyskanks are trickling it to the remember-whens
Viral krankdaddies are upsiding leveraged retro to the never-thens
Bouce back ad hoc sheen pushing savvy slightlychic, and
IMing everything in between
The cool kids are cutting to the chase, like doing shots
As cloudcom whammybammy is going zzzot
Bigshotslick is doing the trick—whoa!
Samesex freakouts are dopingthevoid as emptyheaders go
highviolet virtualizing poppedculture catfights
And Snookinistas manning up on shortsnappysoundbites
Entries, log, blogs, crank
Swipes, clear, ratings, rank
And totals tally brandishing summaries and threats
Datasets pinging spreadsheets that chart, graph, and vet
Questions that haunt
Anomoyus reaches that taunt
Metamalice is good to go
Knowshow
Hotfuzz is on it,
down with hunky hybrid gamechangers and semioldies
Fauxfab tats fastforwarding uber payperview—totally
Dead weather nightwork resonating redbullbombs
Glamourama rehabing dumpster babes pushing that gleemy calm
The hypernext buzz does not fade
Barehands reving up trailertrash on standby radio and digital readymades
Lipreaders guided by voices counterpunch pink monkey trainwrecks
Luxurious VIP booths dangling the downtime any multitasker expects
Metamalice is good to go
Knowshow
Who knows
It’s the Knowshow
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Zoomanity
Ponderous pretense
blindsiding any ability to cope, to hope, the
fabric of reality gropes, worn
Torn, promises shredding like swilly alibis
Hoovers and fakers
backing into their mangled apocalypse,
can only stammer and stare
Movers and shakers denying the twofers mindset, all those
simulated regrets getting the glares
The fear beneath the surface acting out
All about doubling down on doubt
Broken blather can only whine retractions and balk,
gasp and gawk
Ignorance dumpstering its future for lack of strictures
Not a pretty picture
Hard to know what’s going on behind those diverted eyes
Easy to see what’s not shown, it’s what they deny
An oil-disaster mindset weaseling the obvious proof
A top-stories attitude optioning the truth
What the…attacking the ethnic other
What the…an extreme economy that will not recover
What the…going with all those conflicted druthers
Bankster logic bloats and swells, smirks “That’s tough.”
Yea, that’s the stuff—duck and dive, staying alive, rim the ride
Why won’t these wings glide?
Racists winking at the camera and stammering alibis
Second Amendmenters rationalizing the right
of under-privileged children to die
Politicians and their Bozo-moves never thinking they should be accused
Marriages turning on each other—feeling used—not on each other’s side
Denial as pride
And the next boyband is out there selling the hook to their next happening hit
Happy TV people hustling the newest perfect It
Rightwing media smears jonesing all the well-rehearsed lies
Wondering why they draw flies
Immigration sorrows finding no shelter as the cartels fill mass graves
Who will be saved?
If all is vanity, is
still believing in Justice a sort of insanity?
Moving on to the next calamity
Not a clue,
Zoomanity
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Artificial Sentience
Another bad idea doing a number on the gist of guilt
Of nothing new,
the same old talking points voodoo
Of everything left to prove
Of everything left to hide
Sides being taken, swilling back another last gasp
Zoning in and out, coming to
To all those pointed questions:
What must be done?
Which paradox to run?
What will be the sum of none?
Avoiding the cringing flashbacks and their disgraces
All those stern mitigating faces
Plying
what might resemble admonitions to-go
Contritions missing
from that room without windows
These erratic fevers whamrushing setpiece pushbacks
Acumen fraught with blowback is
doubling down on the narrative
The behaving-badly-caving, jonsing-gutcheck—not so much
Clutching the darkthings
that want to be, but are not yet actually
Conjuring of a reality that is not real
The feel of it rather, its scintillating untruth
Earmarking spurious tipping points as proof
Swooning for a forced, rigid
control of thought and meaning
No need of rights,
only rules and preening
Lying lifers living the doom and getting lost
Transparency shortfalls sexting another buff buzz-off
Fast tracking dosing options; hedging the flux, spiking the crux
The bottomline wants to know why the Dream has been shorted
Ideals aborted and thrown under the bus
Seeing the freakyfest as a possible mid-term plus
Dumbing down,
tarting up, that’s the stuff
Just greenlight another post-consumer grubby gimmick
Just mimic substance with happytalk galore
Just don’t let them strip away the tinsel
to reveal the real cardboard
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Infothon
Flick:to—
Facebook—email— Google—
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Google—email—YouTube—
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Boing—Likehackers—Flickr—
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NYTimes—checking—Twitter—
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blog—IM—MapQuest—flick:to—
Quick,
there are all these to do now
A whackedwow that won’t let the pause button get pushed
Geeking the max,
reality nthed,
the distracted simulatedvirtual whoosh
This immersive vicarious
extreming the random configured reverie
Accelerating into snippets,
tasking the trace,
embracing this amping pace
Mashing
these remote metrics into bursts of synthetic realspace
Fastersmootherbettermoremoremore
What was it
we are doing this for
Biggercoolrslickermoremoremore
What is it
which will not be ignored
Richerbrighterquickermoremoremore
Running the betabahn
Infothon
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