Black Ops Denizen
Our center lanes have trailed off to nowhere,
MaKing Ultrasounds unavailable to the public
Grilling the flames of our would-be fourth of July
Lost in the panic of stargates opened too deeply into the unknown
Sun streaking our eyes, blinding “Joe’s” perception of peculiar clouds
Sailing these sinking gondolas, wishing that a better future may come to pass
All while generals seek the path taken through walls
And secrets lost to top-bloc bureaucracy
Snorting sensitive data by the petabyte
Laughing cameramen
All those demagogues behind the curtain
Masking mainstream mundanity
And the celebrity chortle
Petty lives and pretty faces
Too deaf to hear, too blind to see
How far the play will march itself through tragedy
Until our radio chatter goes dark
In the midst of idle riots
As the heirs of the 80’s deliver a comic’s promise
In the aftermath of a war never waged
On a rainy night
When stars start flying
Who’ll be awake?
When time starts slipping
Who’ll acknowledge tomorrow?
