Poly/Hollywood Circus

Is the future...

Can we afford to forget Where once resided only the out-of-control flames of mediocrity

bedecked in sequin and silk,

the new champions of elitist minds now scampering to upstage a colleague,

be it science, literature, medicine, or, and yes, poly/Hollywood.

Poli/Hollywood napalm whose history celebrates the scathing sear of Washington contempt

with winks and smiles playing to the cacophony of camera shutters and video broadcast

asks: should we pity...

Those who fear a forgetful audience malaise

as they strut their iconic core of misanthropy,

blinded by narcissism,

embracing solipsistic intoxication

and ignoring their responsibility

or should we make ourselves known for...

Disregarding the seeding and growth of a constituency

ignoring the natural law mandating respect and good will,

blindsiding the ignorant and gullible,

fanning the egoist flames at any cost?

Are we not, after all, intrinsic components of the One?

Remembering that just as amid the smoke and stench of stygian incendiary,

the napalm scorched vegetation struggle to reach nutrition and rebirth,

we too find ourselves, these components of the All

the readers, listeners and viewers of masquerading pilots of persuasion,

gasping for purity of air,

clarity of reason,

and the ability to once again trust the comfort of innocence?

Is it too late...

To defend what ought to be,

to re-direct this designed weapon for begetting attention and forced submission

into a vector for aborting the mission,

to return to the base,

to realign,

to sit quietly in the iconic reality of Celebrity and ask

are they really the Them...

Or am I too becoming but a drone in waiting,

another love/hate dichotomy of self-realization

going gradually astray as I load up my pay load of delivery,

as I vie for my share of contentment and happiness…

And Celebritydom?