Waking
Up With Wackenhut?
There are lands of bluebirds and fountains—
where everyone in their minds are forever free…
Turning away, shuttering high-beams:
Erehwon, Shangri-La,
Psychedelic Shack, Cloud 9, Utopias, where
When you wish upon a star
and wake up—accessories to mass murder—
itty-bitty bodies buried beneath rubble,
charcoalized children shredded by shrapnel—
You’ve been danglin’ on the Drone Ranger’s dick 8 yrs
When you wish upon a star
you’ll wake up, finding
Jiminy Cricket’s changed his name to
Jefferson Beauregard Sessions III;
Pinocchio’s an unrepentant pussy-grabber and
the Snow White Supreme Court’s seven dwarfs
Morphed to nine—to include Thom-ass Clarence of
The Strong-arm Williams, Bassackwards Tribe
When you wish upon a star,
and wake up, you’ll find
Judas is a Wisconsin sheriff,
and what’s done in Dallas
doesn’t stay in Dallas
but works its weaponized way
‘Round the world—and what you dream,
No matter how extreme—is only a
Five-sided suction tube
Demonically sucking up Everything
not sucked up by Banks too big to fail…
When you wish upon a star
and wake up, you’ll find Ferguson
fantasies; more Baltimore than Bavarian
Superheroes—young and strong
Marching all night long on blistered feet—
or, Superheroes who have callused hands, and can
Stop work at the point of
Production…having fun doing it!
Raymond Nat Turner © 2018 All Rights Reserved
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