Ghost-Blogs of NaPoWriMo

Fake blog fronts
( Tumblr the worst )
must think I’m a dunce—
though I am . . . well-versed.

The door is ajar.
I click on “about”—
but there’s no one home
and the candle goes out.

Have you ever wondered why some of the blogs at the NaPoWriMo reader are fake?
For reasons known only to the number-cruncher bots at WordPress, Tumblr, Blogger, etc. there are phantom blogs created just for National Poetry Writing Month. Perhaps to generate more buzz, or to test out new strategies for imitating human behavior through cyber-technology (?). I am not sure, but I find it spooky in an annoying sort of way. I am getting better at spotting them. They usually have no past, no archives, the poetry is nondescript and random, and when you click on “about” to find out who it is you get:

“This is an example of an about page”.

(And the English usually reads as if it was dictated by a Chinese ESL Bot.)

Samuel’s Anointed

Apr7

Race-baiting covers for agit-prop agents
splitting white hairs in their dark distress;
with name-calling, bullying, lunch money payments
and shifting the blame for their people’s mess.

Reparations are due for your boring screed
that you scrawled at the helm of the Black Star Liner.
You owe it to those who were forced to read
your obtuse agitations (you Afro-whiner).

Poisonous shout-outs to fallen comrades:
holy Saint Michael in reaper’s hood—
endless blathering racial tirades
poor comrade—your dreams are misunderstood.

You’re obsessed with injustice. That’s nothing new.
You’re a David anointed to overthrow Saul—
(as long as he’s white and less rabid than you,
oh prophet and scribe of the activist call…)

Stay mad at the system. Revile all your foes
with raving, with preaching, with bitter bad words.
Insult all your enemies; list all your woes
as you document stink on your turds.

Switch the Flip

Apr6

genderFreeRainbow4

Too little and of course, too late
they spend what’s left imprudently
attempting to alleviate
the love of God’s own liberty:
The world transexual one-party state.

They think it’s normal — right for all
lost in a prideful dying fall
their lions heed the sea-horse call
attempting to transgender fate;
the devil searches for a mate
his nightly Babylonian date:
the world transexual one-party state.

They’ll legislate the Lord away
(his fundie followers as well)
their hateful heaven, holy hell
shall wither up and disappear
before redemption can draw near.
Their myths no more shall obfuscate
nor dangle such celestial bait
that underwriters overrate:
the world transexual one-party state.

Their antichrist is overpriced,
the nations, globally enticed,
now glorify the deviance
in herd-like mass obedience
surrendering to expedience:
where good is bad, and bad is great
and Christ the only one to hate,
allegiances exacerbate
the world transsexual one-party state.

Parties will form and parties end
but parties can no more defend
consolidation into one
than flip a switch and dark the sun;
the Caesars left this part undone
the Muslims are just having fun
with our transsexual one-party state.

Bring on the night until we see
that dark means dimming by degree.
Two parties? Overdone by one !
So let it bleed and let it be
till One is All and all agree
that we are doomed to hesitate
when God cannot resuscitate
the late One-World Transsexual State.