VISIONS OF THE EMPIRE: A poem for the 21st century, (Excerpt 004)

by Jon Rappoport (Copyright 2021)

December 13, 2022

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Excerpt 004:

I watched a sleek black car pull up to a house down the block where
an old man who grew apple trees was screaming and three men got
out of the car and grabbed his arms and put him on a stretcher and
took him away to the Foundation, a place where they kept the insane
he had spent every Sunday morning polishing his red car
he had once been a judge
he retired and built department stores
he kept a bulldog in his garage and fed it there
his son who wore gray suits and drove a foreign car
owned a brewery

i dreamed the father was sitting on the back of a white swan who
had a leash around his neck
I woke up and went into the kitchen and sat down at the table
I looked out the window and under a streetlight I saw the old man’s
son putting something into the trunk of his car
his movements were frail
he had aged overnight

I fled through the oily swamps of New Jersey into the bright green
plastic of Delaware and through the Carolinas and woke up in a pink
sand motel in Miami under tropic rain

I hitchhiked down the old 66 from East St. Louis out to Joplin in the
back of a vegetable truck and floated into a diner in Oklahoma City

In a long, long Los Angeles bar on a slow Tuesday afternoon I
counted six Hindu gods sitting on stools drinking rotgut and
transmitting sign language to their London banker lolling outside the
men’s room

I walked along the death harbors of New York
I saw ships gleaming
I watched swarms of seagulls bend this way in the air and flap their
white wings and gray wings in the dark morning
I’m walking the cemetery lawns of Los Angeles
now and then a plastic face looms up out of the fog

Boston…in the ocean mythic giants
all their capillaries have gone dry
the moon is setting on page one
intestinal tract of a beached octopus suctioned to a sidewalk

in a small café I look at the faces and know there was universally
accepted time and it’s ended

We saw old iron ore carriers moving slowly on Lake Erie
frost clinging to their torn-painted sides
pulling along hills of hidden Nevada gold

GM monitor lizards sway down Main St. USA like garbage
machines on the move, guzzling and chewing tin cans, bottles, bags
of medical waste, wrappers, assaulting bins

you’re in the reality tunnel again
where predators finger like worry-beads cocoons of demolished

limbic vacuum cleaners
suck up embers of war

be of good cheer, son, never fear the end, there is no end THERE IS

abide by the central directive—
when you’re lying on a slab in the

tell them they’ve made a minor miscalculation
recite a few lines from scripture
and stride quickly to the exit

confess to the guards
you’re just a pathetic figure
a minor functionary
in a bureau of functionaries
all the way up

tip your hat, grin, drop a few coins in the basket, move on
this universe is
a hell of a vacation
thrills and chills
buy the ticket
if you can’t get out
call me

The cosmos is a forgery of the individual

They say the dark arts are fine things
They lie below the gold rings
That surround every living cell
OR you can
Strip naked from the stirrups
Of gravity
Sit with clouds banked over the ocean
And burn in the dish your own name

The great thief said
I have given you
Everything you need
And so it was
Another message
A column of fire
Rising out of the sea

you can lift twelve Persephones out of a Swiss watch
and push an orange train at top speed to Mongolia

each thought on the ruined wreck of sands
is a poet
driving a Cadillac into a living room

(pretending to understand a foreign language
they invented a hundred more)

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2 comments on “VISIONS OF THE EMPIRE: A poem for the 21st century, (Excerpt 004)

  1. Paul says:

    I Love YOU Jon.

  2. A Reader emailed me the following comment:


    one must have a heart of winter, not to understand the snowman who is and isn’t. Wallace Stevens. I paraphrase.

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