This Fascist Inside of Me

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This fascist inside of me

wakes at dawn

in the deep-dumb-darkness

of their double-digit

 

to crawl through the needle’s-eye,

to listen loudly to this poison i drink,

each news-cycle, in

a world already lost.

 

This fascist i can no longer love,

burnt twice in an inquisition of

power and poverty,

bent and torn on words dressed

 

like these well-dressed business-men

who pimp our most expensive prostitutes:

the men in power and the women

who greet each day with a faith

filled with both fear and venom.

 

This fascist among fascists,

this white supremacist of the soul!

this sex-crazed body-snatcher

who torments even my sleep

with dreams of our history in flames

and with words bitter like

poison.

 

Now, let it be said,

is the Time of Monsters,

uprising, today, all around us…

 

…the ones who slept snugly

while Berlin burned

and the rats commandeered

the sinking ship.

 

2

This is the time where Nature must sleep

waiting for the sperm of the Great-Ape

to dry and sink to sand and dust,

to disappear forever in the death of deserts.

 

Now is a time of permanent war.

 

And all that is different is

this solitary white male,

brain engorged with the blood

of dead penises

 

and with no blood left

to be siphoned from the poor

now He will turn

his shrill-sharpened teeth

on his own

 

this monster – who eats

even its own children – on its deadly way

down.

 

3

Once we were asked

who are these criminals, you speak of?

 

But, look, already they are fading

into the forgetfulness of the fire

 

for we have buried our own

hearts and minds

in the loneliness of this belonging,

burned our own homelands,

broken everything down

to the boneless bone.

 

and all that is left now

is their fascist inside of me,

 

the One i can no longer love

this fascist among a multitude of fascists

patrolling these welcome-less walls

 

as our mindless ghettos

burn fiercely

and with much hatred,

to the ground. 

[8 October – 14 November, 2025]

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Topher McCulloch from Chicago, IL, United States, CC BY 2.0  via Wikimedia Commons

 

 

 

“So the line is that I am a dictator ‘we don’t need him, freedom, freedom, he’s a dictator’…a lot of people are saying…Maybe we like a dictator…” Donald Trump (Channel 4) 

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