Kick

Father is mad you know
He has probably been a little so
For a very long time
Even back when we saw him as sane
oddly Daring
disturbingly Clever
If you peeled away the skin
And probed the bone and sinew
You would see he was not well put together
More a puppet to the mechanics of an ego
Lacking in capacity for the objective
Incapable of weighing thought
A fitful flight of the lower passions
only insecurely attached to reality
A mind indifferent to context
Except perhaps a regard for his mother’s mirrored approval
Or his father’s smell of money
All else a pretense
an affectation of a man
imagined to be something of substance

Perhaps more
Perhaps a lack of capacity to see beyond his own confusion
Into the common ground of truth’s indifference to wants
But surely
After we had grown a bit
After we had read the books father could not endure
After we had witnessed the countless betrayals of our mothers
The dark implications of perversity
The unexpected explosions into abuse
Surely, by then
We could see the illness
Beneath the skin
Without the need for probing dissections
It was, by then
Evident in his eyes
In his touch
In his vacant emotions

His needs magnified his madness
Gave it a peculiar spin
A fascinating madness that people paid to see

Here now
both light and love
Are thin
without substance
But nevertheless
obedient in their empty compliance with his demands
they rely upon his inability
to distinguish form from content

And we
Huddle in the darkness
Pass in silence within the shadows
no eye contact with anyone
We avoid his attention
Which even in its deficit of being
In its fugacious brevity of coherence
Can bring a scalding to the dare of reason
A judgment and condemnation delivered all at once
applied by father in his oblique appeal to all who share the illness
the mob of the lost
Those who have congealed into a clot of fear
And now deny the surging source of life
To the brain and to the heart

Now Here
We must, it seems
Extract ourselves from our father’s nightmare
Find our footing
And stand up in righteous confrontation
to act
to correct
to solve the puzzle of his power
To lead his fragile mind to insight
To the fact that he is mad
To a realization that pretense is no substitute for substance
And impose a silencing context upon his raves and rants
wrap him in layers of cold wet cloth to cool his humors
strap him into the tangled jacket of buckles and belts
to confine his delusions
fill him with chemicals that will purge the will of energy
scrape the infection out of his brain in large scoops
and, in displays of physics, search for evidence of the remains of his compassion
every effort must be employed to cure him of himself
such that his ears are open and he can at least hear what he cannot understand
such that he finds hungry empathy circling close to his assumption of the infinite alone
and the purity of greed
such that he quivers upon the approach of guilt
carrying the torch of insight
to light his way
until the then of cure
we are compelled to remove him from all claims of agency
Sufficient to isolate the contagion
A contagion of impulses and passions that readily infect the minds
of those who are insecure
fearful
threatened
by thought
By books
By others
By ideas foreign to the ancient simplicities onto which they cling so desperately
Those who lack immunity
To the madness of our father
A madness that can no longer be ignored
and must now be addressed
before the growing dementia of his brain erases all remaining threads of thought
upon which to string the conversation
now it must be stopped
Lest he spills gasoline throughout the house
in the night
while we sleep
And call forth a spell in fiery rhetoric
to ignite the whole of us
engulfing all the voices of tomorrow
in an inferno of the chaos and confusion
That is the base reduction
Of a mind born disconnected from the world
and resistant to care


sp 29-10-18

I think everytime the orange maggot does his insane rallies the Russian hackers are getting into voting rolls in those states. I wouldn’t be surprised if Russian assets ride on Air Force one with him. He’s awfully confident the repukes will retain the House.

These limited intelligent people leaders knew they are speaking to uneducated fools. They have to keep it simple and basic. The message can not be complicated or they will not be understood. The message is Monkey see, monkey do; this is understood by mass of fools........