Propaganda

Ody wrote a cogent post
about the mechanisms that mold and control in
pseudo-romance procuring
total focus on cloned jokes but no growth and of the
neuroses and psychoses
that croak from our throats as a totem that drones broken
down a lone road that groans for
one poem to be a profound opus loosening
the societal hold that
invokes the vogue and chokes out the old while some rote dope
provokes us to vote kosher
rather than listen and be told with soul that a rose
will explode out of cold snow.

Ody chose to goad apodictic hope and augur
a holy hallowed probe that
would rouse Rome and inspire a new order of hero.

by Blake Edwards, November 9, 2007