Twitter Vortex Sutra #3

(A satirical parody poem based on Wichita Vortex #3 by Allen Ginsberg)

I’m a fantastic man now, and a salty man in Washington

and not afraid
to speak my saltiness in an Uber,
because not only my saltiness
it’s Ours, all over Merica,

O tender candidates—

& spoken saltiness is written 

in the emails 10 years ago or in
the middle of The Capitol now.

It’s not the vast plains of media our heads
that fill at all times with basic language
when our phony facts deceive each other
headline to headline on Fox—

Not the stupid reporter that hides
the feeling from our facts
nor our posts and tweets that conceal
the prejudice emanating in a glow of beloved pride,
white smooth teeth grinning
But grimacing behind our screens,

I am a God that bore all and forbid

your Being, like a total winner

all red with unbelievable joy

saving us from the Blacks & the Russians & the Latinos & the women, yes

All I do is for this frankly absolutely bad world
we call Love, want and lack—
fear that we aren’t the one whose body could be
elected of all the nasty women of Congress,
kissed all over the head by every Biden of Washington—

O but how many in their solitude weep aloud like me—
On the bridge it is just locker room talk
almost in tears to know
how to speak the right language—

on the frosty border road

uphill on a wall between artistically designed steel-slatted embankments

I search for a univérsal language
that is all ours—

almost all our language has been twisted by fools.

CNN’s high tension

wires tapping from Moscow across the water —

high-minded idiocy sunk in a vast meadow of negative covfefe
lanes curving past Guantanamo
to Alcatraz filled with fake
heroes of love—
to prefer heroes that don’t get captured
And he who should get the job 

drunk, stumbling off the bus

On a New Haven street, it’s justice

15 years ago—

to Mar-a-Lago where the old man’s still alive

who Faced the Book that’s slaved all human consciousness

and made the body universe a place of fear—

No thinking along the empty brain,

just substantial demonic political machines

invisible but on the horizon

But diverse Democrats and radical Republicans at the sky’s edge of another shutdown 

I claim my birthright!

mine forever as long as my everything

in my Merica or is my universe—Joy

mine after the vast sadness of the corrupted government!

A man talking to everyone but myself, no soul in the white vastness of the internet not to hear

imagining my wisdom and throng of Selves

that make this nation Great! 

languaged by Declaration as Free as 

Speech!

I call all Powers of hashtag activism

to my side in this autocorrect to make greatness,

all words

of human kingdoms to come

Mother Nature earth naked covered with ash

James Comey fat-bellied mad with the dogs

Sean Spicer who moans Oh how wounded, How wounded

Anthony Scraramucci who commands
give up your desire

Justin Trudeau who raises two thumbs in tranquility

Mueller whose redaction drops before the void

Kim Jong Un who shakes a hand and says OM

Rex Tillerson of the Lone Star State who is ‘dumb as a rock’

Kanye West the invisible father of English visions

Saturday Night Lies master of media 

eyes half closed we only laugh for what’s Left 

Rosie O’Donnell arms upraised singing & dancing her own praise

merciful Jeff Bezos judging our monies 

Michael Flynn covered with blood

destroyer of battlefield illusions

million faced Obamacare gone past collusions 

Preserver Jack Dorsey returning in the age of pain

Sacred Heart my Evan Williams acceptable

Noah Glass the passionate one

Biz Stone Righteous One

all Knowledge-Princes of Earth-man, all

ancient philosophers of earthly consumerism, physics, politics

& users of the internet I chant to—

Come to my lone knowingness of all 

into this Vortex named twitter,

I lift my voice aloud,
make Mantra of Merican language now,
I here declare my kind of War!

Ancient days’ Illusion!—
and pronounce my words all important to the millennium.
Dont’ let the States babble,
Don’t let the nation weep,
don’t let Congress legislate its own minorities,
Don’t let the President execute his own walls—
this chirp done by my best voice,
nameless handle—
published by non-senses,
blissfully received by my own followers
approved with controversy by all sensations and slurs
manifestation of my politically incorrect thoughts
accomplished in my own imagination
from all realms I am right, my consciousness fulfilled

60 miles from Sandy Hook

near Hurricane Florence,

Ravaging the states,

in deadly blizzardnadoes 

And some fifty million houseless Americans in its disastrous path 

in every direction

on all afternoons everywhere except Sunday called the day of the Lord—

Impure foreign hackers gathered in one tower

where St. Petersburg and Delaware are 

set in a swamp,

stop and drain it 

Randos amplifying their messages along crossed networks 

to probes networked on bias,

giant white mist in the Cloud 

and BBC News headlines
“Immigrant Families Separated At Border”

The War is on,
Language emerging on the trending tags,
the right magic
Formula, the language known
in the back of the mind before, now in digitized print
on the daily consciousness and forever 

CBS News Services—

Headline Surrounded Notre Dame Into Fire Fight

the suffering not yet ended

for me of course and others 

Never the last spasms of the dragon of crime

shoot thru the inner cities

a crackling around the eyeballs

of a Florida Man convicted again

Continued from page one hundred 

after the Democrats submitted 256 false ballots attempted 31
ten day operation Voter Fraud last November 

Language language
Russian hackers
Language language
Electoral College
has soared to 100 in Nation’s Primary
White House Chief of
Language language
Operation Conspiracy near somewhere very important
Some of the
Language language
Socialism Berned
Language language, we are Mericans! 

prided so highly 

they were struck with six or seven critics before they replied

Language Language improper grammar profanity

Language language in Venezuela 

the situation is worse than ever infested with leeches and scorpions and bad hombres

The war was over several decades ago!

Oh at last again the NBC opens

blue Invitations its conversation with a candiate!

Angelic Donald singing across the nation

“They will be met with fire and fury
like the world has never seen”

His tremendous voice making glad

the proud endless true Mericans 

His tenderness frankly penetrating elegant diction,

soft prayer on the twitterwaves,

Language language, and brilliant music too

even unto losers,

hairy flatness!

even unto morons (frankly if their IQ is high enough to comprehend) 

despairing racists!

Future speeding on swift reinvented wheels
straight to the heart of Merica!

Now average voices cry metoo timesup blacklivesmatter

if unhappy people

waiting for Man to listen to their all important thing to say 

O man in Merica!

you certinly spell gud

the teacher says

bringing mysterious flocks of foreigners 

is bringing problems and drugs and crimes and rapists—

that take storage or military factory jobs here?

Mexico City, Ooh! McDonald’s & Exxon Mobil 

lights feed man and machine,

And warming of the earth is just a rumor 

signaled thru thin antennae towers from China 

above the empty manufacturers 

at Sunday dusk

to a disingenuous news anchor that pumps data in through the unconscious

working night & day

& factory gas-flares edge a huge chunk of headlines

where tired businessmen can stop and read—

Lawrence, Andover, North Andover, and Merrimack Valley 

Columbia Gas

Pressurizing the gas mains of the City—

Crimes rising in the suburbs

Supermarket Shaws brilliance destarred

over skeletal remains of Sears, Toys-R-Us, 

blue jeweled LED android backlights

confronting the windshield,

Downtown entered!

Crowds of overpopulated masses moving with their lightshine,

Light from my screen winking in the Uber driver’s eyeball—

The human twitter collected, silicon lit,

and I’m always right 

for right as usual, except on the Lord’s Day—

Stormy Daniels three lawyers sit on the lawn

of the big white house reminder of another witch hunt 

and Dr. Christine Blasey Ford offers trial at last!

by Weinstein’s outmoded allegations 

of the human vehicle

which no Pennsylvania judge will approve, not even Cosby —

So home, traveler, past the main feed jargon 

under Malibu ravaging cosmic fires 

to the center of the Vortex, calmly returned

to Notre Dame 

Our Nation began the war on Islam here
with an angry smashing ax
attacking ISIS—

Here eighteen years ago, by her violence

began a vortex of hatred that defoliated the Hudson Bay—

Proud Merica! vain Merica

cast the first stone!—

That silenced my voice
which died of the conservative right-sided republicans
in the White House one decade long ago
complaining about wiretapping of communication in your phones
bears no political voice for what I could care
for my voice (vote) is more important.

Many another has suffered silence and repression
in the Vortex prejudice, racism, sexism, etc
to the end of nth –enough!
The war is over now—

Except for the Dreamers
held prisoner in Mexico

still typing for love of my tender white ego O twitter of Merica!

 

Based on Wichita Vortex #3 by Allen Ginsberg