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Artificial Mint

Are we gone today?
Are we going to pay
with our pocket lint,
artificial mint?

What's your capital plan?
Pull it out at the end,
during your smooth stint,
artificial mint?

Put a face to it
all camera-lit
We're buying free rent
for artificial mint.

Only have to print
stretch it til it fits
Tape, ink, reddish tint
artificial mint.

Rubber-stamp, it's magic x4

Throw a class war fit
struggle against wit
scabs will pay for it,
artificial mint

You can organise,
but you can't disguise
chants are not magic,
artificial mint

what's written on your signs
the tired paradigm
of a soviet
Artificial mint

when it crashes, you're bailed
Cuz you're too big to jail
what will make you quit
artificial mint

Rubber-stamp, it's magic x4

Copyright 2011 Bruce V. Bracken

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CHÉ CONFESSES

CHÉ CONFESSES

If they had only spoken of you in holier tones, but there was no sanctity in their inflections,
no blank stares, no empty eyes.

I never thought I'd pull the trigger
on an old man, but when his knees would not bend, I had to bend them for him. Old men are stubborn,

but the flesh complies, the blood obeys.
The young, they are easier to deal with; take a child, make him close his eyes, fill his hands with sweets,

and tell him who gave so generously.
Pups are so eager to please their masters.
It was a hectic year, everyone was issued a torn

parachute, on purpose, and there was no time to
think, only time to jump out of the plummeting wreck
that Bautista had made of our ship of state.

You don't know how it disgusted me to see these bourgeois clutching at their now worthless notes and crosses, like a Negro clutching for a needle and opiates,

which is why I made sure to bind and gag them before I put bullets in their brains! It was quite a productive day at the prison!

If they had only spoken with the gratitude of a starving child, I would have retaught them everything, these bitter clingers, these banana farmers,

these tobacco farmers, thinking they could own
things, when they could only be owned, these rope makers, killing themselves with the butt of my gun!

Copyright 2011 Bruce V. Bracken


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Jan. 18th, 2011

RED IN TWO PARTS

PART ONE: HAMMER

As the hammer forged her chains, she cried,
"Was I saved, only for the next rapist?"
In the factory, the workers fail
on command; their minds are not to function.

"Was I saved, only for the next rapist!?",
she raged to an unheeding wasteland.
On command, their minds are not to function.
Proletarian sweat dehydrates.

She raged to an unheeding wasteland,
"I am as yet undecapitated!
"Proletarian sweat dehydrates;
"Where is the river that will set me free?"

"I am as yet undecapitated.
"I will sing no love song of a slave!
"Where is the river that will set me free?
"Better to swim than drown in my blood!

"I will sing no love song of a slave!
"Carry me to a clean shore, far away.
"Better to swim, than drown in my blood,
to satisfy a new ancient god's thirst!"

PART TWO: SICKLE

When the sickle cut her throat, you could hear her sing,
in a voice that you can't distinguish from a scream.
1917 saw a new revolution.
The children were superb, star-bright and delicious.

in a voice that you can't distinguish from a scream,
the tanks rolled through the boulevards, bannered in red.
The children were superb, star-bright and delicious,
morsels, red in the teeth of the new workers' state.

The tanks rolled through the boulevards, bannered in red.
How our leader smiles down from the flags like a god.
Morsels, red in the teeth of the new workers' state,
happy and productive to enrich Mother's soil.

How our leader smiles down from the flags like a god,
who remembers the aroma of sacrifice.
Happy and productive to enrich Mother's soil
are the martyrs of the new ancient religion.

Copyright 2011 Bruce V. Bracken

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DIRTY MIRROR (BAD ATTENTION)


They run the strings thru the scalp.
That's how they build the new you.
See in the dirty mirror?
How youthful your crimson yarns.

That's how they build the new you,
for reality TV.
How youthful your crimson yarns,
queen of the cutting-room floor.

For reality TV,
how would you like your lips sewn,
Queen of the cutting-room floor?
We use the yellowest wire.

How would you like your lips sewn,
surgical action figure?
We use the yellowest wire,
perfect for bad attention.

Surgical action figure,
now with candy-pump action,
perfect for bad attention,
from stain-hungry side airbags.

Now with candy-pump action,
and the smear where your face was.
From stain-hungry side airbags,
we perp-walk treadmill lemmings.

On the smear where your face was,
everyone's a firebug.
We perp-walk treadmill lemmings;
autograph our eyes with shame.

Everyone's a firebug.
You know, it's fun when ants melt
under magnifying glass.
The bigger, the more you burn.

You know, it's fun when ants melt,
like Hollywood plastic drips.
The bigger, the more you burn,
like science fiction movies.

Like Hollywood plastic drips,
the flash is only lukewarm.
Like science fiction movies,
but with a low boiling point.

Copyright 2011 Bruce V. Bracken

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DIRTY MIRROR (BAD ATTENTION)

They run the strings thru the scalp.
That's how they build the new you.
See in the dirty mirror?
How youthful your crimson yarns.

That's how they build the new you,
for reality TV.
How youthful your crimson yarns,
queen of the cutting-room floor.

For reality TV,
how would you like your lips sewn,
Queen of the cutting-room floor?
We use the yellowest wire.

How would you like your lips sewn,
surgical action figure?
We use the yellowest wire,
perfect for bad attention.

Surgical action figure,
now with candy-pump action,
perfect for bad attention,
from stain-hungry side airbags.

Now with candy-pump action,
and the smear where your face was.
From stain-hungry side airbags,
we perp-walk treadmill lemmings.

On the smear where your face was,
everyone's a firebug.
We perp-walk treadmill lemmings;
autograph our eyes with shame.

Everyone's a firebug.
You know, it's fun when ants melt
under magnifying glass.
The bigger, the more you burn.

You know, it's fun when ants melt,
like Hollywood plastic drips.
The bigger, the more you burn,
like science fiction movies.

Like Hollywood plastic drips,
the flash is only lukewarm.
Like science fiction movies,
but with a low boiling point.

Copyright 2011 Bruce V. Bracken

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It's a dry day today
The leaves are forgetting
how to breathe water.

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Spark-Eyed, a pantoum

SPARK-EYED

The birds are burning scarecrows.
The birds are making popcorn,
which they catch and eat, in flight.
They perch on licorice wires.

The birds are making popcorn.
They use their flame-thrower eyes.
They perch on licorice wires,
Mocking the blackened scarecrow.

They use their flame-thrower eyes
to signal the metal birds.
Mocking the blackened scarecrow.
He was once a flying man.

They signal the metal birds:
We are the jealous sky-gods.
He was once a flying man;
see how he meets the sky, now.

We are the jealous sky-gods.
We feed our young with black wires.
See how he meets the sky now,
my spark-eyed little darlings.

We feed our young with black wires.
The humans talk about it,
my spark-eyed little darlings.
Go, meet your congregations.

The humans talk about it,
into their empty tin cans.
Go, meet your congregations.
Make sure you take some popcorn.

Copyright 2010 Bruce V. Bracken

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Nos. 1-10 in my iPod Album Shuffle Countup for 11/27/10:

1. The Disconnection - Carina Round
2. Birds of My Neighborhood - The Innocence Mission
3. Def, Dumb and Blonde - Debbie Harry
4. Freeze-Frame - The J. Geils Band
5. Travelling Like the Light - V. V. Brown
6. Beautiful Garbage - Garbage
7. Wild Planet - The B-52s
8. Howl - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
9. Viva el Amor - The Pretenders
10. Star - Belly

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MATTRESSES, A PANTOUM

MATTRESSES

Which card wins the horse
that carries the gambler?
The ace is marked down
for bargain-basement kings.

Dublin is getting
The tiger's root canal.
How do they build their
paper houses so tall?

The ace is marked down
for bargain-basement kings.
Hey, gingerbread man,
what's your cookie-cutter?

How do they build their
paper houses so tall?
I hear the windmills
are made in China now.

Hey, gingerbread man,
what's your cookie-cutter?
Somebody better
check your bags for the plates!

I hear the windmills
are made in China now.
The Akropolis
is made of cardboard now.

Somebody better
check your bags for the plates!
Government only
wants its monopoly.

The Akropolis
is made of cardboard now.
Here's the Molotov-
industrial complex.

Government only
wants its monopoly.
It's fascinating
to watch the paper burn!

Here's the Molotov-
industrial complex!
Now we'll see what that
ethanol is good for!

It's fascinating
to watch the paper burn!
Remember when a
mattress was for sleeping?

Now we'll see what that
ethanol is good for!
With enough kindling,
we'll cook that golden goose.

Copyright 2010 Bruce V. Bracken

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