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"Azure Vistas"

Azure vistas presented themselves to me
rolling inwards the clouds like tumbleweeds
mercilessly bump fallen angels off the map
like torrents of rain falling petulantly on blunt contracts

I glimpsed the sweet refrain of a resurrection
swift upon a storm of golden rays 
the bare feet of new tongues and minds steamrolling
steampunks doing things ad hoc, faux fresh, indifferently

disparate shades of blue whip up my Sie
a capital Y as in I, in the Am, of You and me 
the murmurations of underlying prophecy
we play cards at the suede green table of grand Maestro unseen

euchre invested ignoble, another’s justice perceived as irreverently noble,
in forgotten poetic vestries; slow minds are confronted 
by orange skinned drones, political demons 
democratically brown-eyed snowblown cold and frozen
for all time crisply seen in truth for what they truly are silent Chernobyls

hiding sins, their devilled eggs and debauchery glide silkily in,
impeachments swept swiftly under the whispy cornsilk rug,
far from shining stars they walk the thin line like dead men
chains around their ankles and their necks, yet still lecturing – 
can you believe it? what is wrong 
with those very dull Americans, taking in that red pill

blown like a pile of leaves scattered and n’er in unity
wide open the path  is swept, the much wanted and needed
blistering I cannot believe the gaul, you hear them state they’ve won, yet -
the uncalculated temerity, all aflame, melting the hidden 
while in the hand of Daniel’s 7 the philospher’s stone Little Horn looks on

all the world’s a stage that one thinks laughing, let all the beasts 
gather up their liquid words and thoughts vent their spleens in the chalice 
that’s not found true north, nor home, where a swift deal is never met Below,
to be seated the seeded new king of the new world, a bitter tincture 
best delivered mind-f’d drunk, swiftly presented to the pursed lips 
and unsiezed warring minds of complete failures

to over promise then under-deliver an unseized complete victory, 
the ringleader still sings his song once sweet becomes jarring
and unbelievably a prophetic nightmare -
and the whole show, in real time, dissolves into a catastrophic circus,
run by blind monkeys who beat their chests like "Sieg Heil" baboons

the unbelievable novelty that trumps are ever winning glistening beings 
is not all gold and is now seen full-frontal naked by the eyes and minds 
of an entire shell-shocked world, stunned frightened ptsd creatures 
and on the sidelines, the ever-present eagerly awaiting salivating jackyls smiling widely, they oblige and throw more rope to the overboastful
 checkmating their own hidden agendas and meanings

a new trinity, is seated now on soulless fascist seats making swift enemies 
of friends – yet, quick to defend themselves, they dictators? 
"Preposterious!", they respond, "Never" … not like some – 
this is all bookmarked by the disgruntled servile we the people blues 
for burning those books at the stake later rather than much sooner; 
a civil war never anticipated at all now enters this story, its boiling in the mix

their tribulations move on and on, the story appears never-ending,
such a tragic comedy, a terrible unravelling mess now proudly presents
in their ruptured rapture hearts still fondling their 
ragged resolution blue ribbons pinned democratically 
to their white-flagged breasts, they still bleet like sheep, 
no resolution is reached, the nightmare continues

what comes next at the ball game? bullseyes become crucifix;
the war room table swept up and cleaned in right red cruelty
the pink befriended enemy is seen as pure and a much wanted ally 
trumpets are blowing they are business partners making good deals
while the front lawn of a white house is denigrated to selling cars

A Lion different from that of beast, long forgotten roars long-toothed 
and sharp lux vitae lux, lux vitae lux, is watching 
from somewhere above below, jaws now wide open, 
It is ravenously hungry to right the feed in Its Quickening’s path; 
the foggy clouds in each below’s subjective vision, seem to part, 

and like a storm It arrives 
from the tenebris fauces lucisv, 
and in the burning Light, 
It begins breathing everyone 
and everything up 

their uncoloured soft everything, all as one now, now all the same,
no differences to distinguish who’s to blame, 
the corrupt vulgates of a blue velvet house of cracked cards,
the marooned kneeling regiments by red republican dictator beds 
all steamrolled now, together, like bowling pins, taken up and out

their valuable stocks mined and cleaned, 
held up like Baptist heads
invaluable for all to see, ruthlessly ransacked 
the cue sticks chalked professionally, 
the blunt side swiftly unracked

the cheap corner shot taken by one world trumped, blocked
see the white balls miss the lined pockets, and
the dog’s tail like a stick beating hits the mark
the black balls wagging their transcribed prescriptions all licked

the game’s at large 
the bad seeds sacked
the carpetbag is filling up
in Azure vistas 

a myth, 
the forgotten outsider 

the win, 
concrete



Candide Diderot ‘25 


“All that glitters is not gold.”


“I saw in my vision by night, and behold, the four winds of heaven were stirring up the Great Sea. And four great beasts came up from the sea, each different from the other.” 









Vulgate/
Latin vulgata ‘prepared for the public’, feminine past participle of vulgare, from vulgus ‘common people’. 

tenebris fauces lucisv/Latin.

carpet-bagging/Definition.

dog's tails/as in "Wag the Dog".
"Wag the dog is a political term for the act of creating a diversion from a damaging issue usually through military force. It stems from the generic use of the term to mean a small and seemingly unimportant entity (the tail) controls a bigger, more important one (the dog)."




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