Because, American History is a violent apparatus
taught by Yankee Doodle Gozers and Emotive Robocops
that use it to intimidate vast stretches of push-ups to whistles
so historians can launch rocket-armed patricians
that hold the pig until they circumstance themselves
a run up the middle for public office on platforms
selling the idea that what we might’ve done is twice
as bad as what’s been done to us in their name.
For example, Ben Franklin’s scrap-metal Corvette
super-mooning carburetor freakazoid that he was
siphoning gas from somnambulant Almanacs in the name of
wearing a small fortune in Mickey Mouse ties and pins of note
a meteor of keys with fecund braces on and an apocalypse football
coach at Sunset HS giving the orders that History and Government
ought to be thrust upon the plebian children to avoid having to ostracize
the memories of all those wars we lied our way into: the hearts, the minds.
A Spanglish blog dedicated to the works, ruminations, and mongrel pyrotechnics of Yago S. Cura, an Argentine-American poet, translator, publisher & futbol cretin. Yago publishes Hinchas de Poesia, an online literary journal, & is the sole proprietor of Hinchas Press.