The Hunchback & the King, circa 2005

many men are falling where you promised to stand guard

the liar's devices in beautiful symmetry
mirror image deceit, one's color is the other's
distortion somewhere in the paradox lives
the original decision the motive's baby logic
bringing him to the disturbed edge

recanting this year's joy-deceived scandal
regarding the end of justice flip in his
presidential beatitude he knows what he knows
as long as he knows it or if he doesn't know
it it never was it never could have been he
doesn't figure in these calenderic focused
numerically specific trains of events, driven
by that which exists outside of him, or not. Does
the liar then grasp the nature of his lie within
himself? deceived, personally, he may
become God at some point, though
too humble to do more than believe it is so

some point guard in the latrine, karl rove
perhaps. makes notes hurry away from
this god thing do not speak of memory
in his presence.not only is this a revelation
it is in his dream like candy shiny and
circumstantial. do you see through his deception?
and at what point do you betray the man for
his lies? the hunchback, in his office, spins
the truth for himself, spinning. Looking
at the words crawling across the bottom of
the screen, or on the great bronze bell, he
cannot tell anymore which letters are
approved and which have been commandeered
by the evil twin the boy hidden in the sub-basement
the boyking playing war along the sandy
shores ten thousand miles away.
who is standing guard, Karl?
Your deformity hurts you but in some way
it makes you pure. It gives you a reason for
this necessary betrayal. The culture will not
thank you. the dreams become a white
hot vision scorching away the neural
cells with their sweet immoral acid of power.

will you save the republic? & George,
seeing the gun, doesn't even know his line,
et tu, brute? Rove cannot escape.