The All One Thing in the Time of ‘Wag the Dog’

Finally, oh, so finally, oh so usually used poor old planet, poor old us
spinning weather storm out of control, never ever was in control
rain on floods and burning desert drought gone global ecological collapse
“democracy” gone crazzzy run amok, the cold war over armaments nuclear
and otherwise, national pride sure does suck, same old truck, who are these guys
same old thoughts, same old war will it ever end finally, oh, so finally
so very usually used poor old planet which is just us, the only us we got.

Finally, so finally millions dangle dependent and so fragilely fainting
in shanty towns of the new order global economy peasant vills become plantations
former inhabitants squeezed out urban junk ride the bull of international dollar
fire in the black holes, black gold in the hold don’t let it or us (thank heavens!) go solar
so much, way too much and more exploding in those so distant exploding foreign capitols
and right here in the heartland’s justice building survivalist handbook, mad bomber’s
hyper-vigilant scheme don’t say paranoia the nightmare hyper exceptional American dream
nothing so old it can’t be sold finally so very finally final so very usually used poor globe of love,
                                                                                                              planet people us.

Final end times finally, oh so casually used, poor old planet us down in Washington’s town
father of the country land where the press smells blood in the flood of press releases
independent prosecutor crud, toxic legislative sludge another gorgeous day of drudge, drudge, drudge
talking heads devour grey matter, moving mouths teethe the meat, the White House encircled in camera
president needs more than jogging stamina, caught in the act, personal fact, oh hiding on the Vineyard
under siege, ever so far from noblesse oblige, will it ever end like the Ancient Regime will it ever end
finally, oh, so finally so very usually used poor old planet which is us, all of us.

 

James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.