The Spin

By Cliff Lake

The Spin

 

There is a cyclone spinning.

It is right there before your eyes.

It’s garish colors dim with repetition,

The explosions and moans dull your ears.

The words presented in myriad,

Truth less valued than beer sales,

Try to find the snippet that’s real.

The search for the exotic widens,

The quest of the infamous

Is played out in avarice,

Obscene and brazen,

Titillating for dollars.

So, they trot out the villain,

Make exposed the clown,

And when they can manage it,

The combo package, the two-fer,

The All-In-One:

Some bumblefuck rampant,

Sucking up tax dollars or shady contracts,

Belching ratings.

Is he caught?

Or will he be set loose again

By friends in high placement?

The smoke never clears,

It just moves down the coastline,

Or settles in the editorials,

Read and forgotten.

Still the cyclone roils,

Blowing out one issue

In favor of ever more twisted flotsam

Presented complete with audio,

Served up in glaring HD,

Because when you can really see the details,

The disgust almost seems real.

So, let the winds blow you here and there,

Watch the debris as it flies,

But one thing is clear:

You will never get to the center of it all;

Because it isn’t a storm at all–

It is a black hole,

And you don’t want to get sucked in.

 

Cliff Lake 6/9/2023

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2023

Location: Dalton, MA, USA

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