Bouffant Ignorance
 
Get on the bus.
Get off the bus.
 
Major choices hardly,
lest one defines”horse” as “jackass.”
 
But…
 
Ignorance is special bliss
for those who would have Revere
warning the British.
 
So tell me,
bespectacled turgid ones,
from where did you leave them,
those sounds and symbols
distinguishing sapient from beast?
 
Do they remain behind your mask sans face early on?
 
Was it always a scaffolding void of gray-mass structure from birth
or was it a cognitive hiccup that wouldn't stop?
 
Didn't you learn prevarication fosters inept escape from self
sinking to defilement of such priceless sounds and ciphers?
 
But alas,
journalists try.
 
Answers sought amidst
hubristic insulation,
while queen narcissus smiles her idiocrasy and recedes
clutching innocent child
lost in confusion and unexplained pain.
 
Retreat.
Get on the bus..
 
Hammer you must those vacuous 140 character defenses for
No-Think mindset leaches what porous gray matter remains,
rendering bombastic deference to the irrational,
vulgarizing consonants and vowels to
side-show thrills ala Putinesque tutelage.
 
Miles away…
 
Inside your palm encircled mansion,
shelves of color-coordinated classics
remain imprisoned as leather-bound knowledge,
an author's exhaustion left languishing,
condemned as ink stains in silence,
a mausoleum for Trump’s verbal-chiaroscuro,
entombed by his appetite of ignorance.
 
WTF
 
Is communication past its apogee?
 
Will the working class of wordsmithing
be once and for all remembered as a gigantic misnomer of contemporary literature?
 
Did the etymologists of history prepare for a demise such as this?
 
No
 
Rhapsodizing illiteracy
is not an option.
 
Dick and Jane to start,
Yes.
Dick and Jane to end,

No.

But what the hell do we know?
We’re not his base.