The Barkers are the Loudest Medias & The Stage is painted with Reds and Blues Come on, come all! To the oldest charade in America! The trickster poet-all, the slightest-of-hand politician, sharing the same secrets behind the curtains, knowing the same shortcuts behind a mark’s eyes.. for pulling the heart and purse strings of billions of marionettes. The bleeding speech writer, the alligator-eyed orator; The donkey debater, and the elephant enunciator, are in a symbiotic shout-off...turning the noise of irony into sound-byte harmony- that is nothing more than the braying at microphones over the fumbling economy, or the stampeding clouds of rolling thunder- that is the misdirection away from our, ideal, jolie, Lady. --- See this as a coin – distinctly symbolic – of one of our oldest and most insidious shows, that only becomes more brass with every travel it tumbles through the air, from the thumbs of Americans, shouting: Donkey "Heads!", or Elephant "Tails!"… who, for variables of reasons, are blind from the fact -- it's no matter who called it. It’s still the same, corrosive, coin that falls on the land... It’s still the same, corrupt, circus that fools the ticket holder's hand.. 07/09/11/ M. L. Michael
the barkers are the loudest medias
Come on, come all! To the oldest charade in America!
The trickster poet-all, the slightest-of-hand politician,
sharing the same secrets behind the curtains,
knowing the same shortcuts behind a mark’s eyes..
for pulling the heart and purse strings of billions of marionettes.[…]
Every Breath Poetic 