Sure, I'm an optimist. Sure.
I support the President. I stand-behind
this administration and its decisions, the preemptive incisions of an inaccurate knife
into foreign political bodies, the preventative leeches and blood-letting getting the best
of diseased oil veins and the fame of this or that evil man, today's devil, starved of resources
and recourses to diplomacy--or better yet, hanged and dangling for the crows and gods to pick at. Sure.
I'm an optimist.
I give this administration the credit
-or-debit they're due, the smooth intoxication of the process, the noxious self-flagellation of a people
at the steeple of competing religio-corporate denominations, by which I mean monetary domination, by which
I mean natural free-market selection, that kind of election and the pervasive protection of this, our way of life,
our insecurity, our cure to most economic hiccups, the pick-up games of novelty and indulgence tapped into,
tapped out and the day's hard night just the soft flickering flakes of blue light in the ad campaigns and local ten o'clock news. Sure.
Sure, I'm an optimist.
I believe in saviors. I put my faith
in the one-man stands against any regression, against carcinogenic confessions of disappointment
or doubt, against the mounting unease of contextual drought, against the sluggish-fire liars spouting simplicity
and discipline and the keys to a heaven I'm already in, against the slight aggravation of anti-acronymic-mutation, the double-you
dot double-you dot jay dot dee like a legitimate question, a half-formed suggestion not just 'what would he do' but 'if it were me'...
I'm an optimist, sure, without comfort or coddle--
just a short, hard glass and a big fucking bottle.
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