Trippingly on the tongue

I see billboards plastered with the polystyrene grins
of elected officials, pneumatic prophets;
running on pure steam, the energy of imbeciles
Kinetic pipe-dreams, delusion in motion
Intriguing possibilities hinged on wavering towers
Posts of rotting holly-wood in back alley lots
Methamphetamine molars smashed into boonie brittle
and left on the bottom of half-ingested, off-brand soda cans
I say maddening things in times of rest
Dialogues from forgotten performances, theatrical grandeur
Visions - tackling members of the congregation
In nothing but my hole-rent socks and blood-smeared smock
I mumble passionately, deliver pages of gibberish fervently
Yield nonsense from the reactants of eloquence and false rest
Lend me your ears, lend me your dreamscapes
Lend me your deja vu, lend me the certainty that all collapses into none
Or maybe just a hint of an answer to the essential question
Of my being: namely, how do I 'be' properly?
How do I resolve my rationed knowledge
when I've learned to compact mass concepts
Into vague notions - piecemeal abstractions
How do I hint at this pervasive unease to
those who see me as a breeze of good-will
and a catalog of endearing facial expressions

Take Gordon, take Cameron
Take discourse, take Hamlet
Incinerate your copies of coffee-table tableau
And all the bargain-priced pablum you
thrive on; no more veneers, no more gilded rage
We want tits, fish and chips, stinging
pleasures, and most of all: the right
to bask in the purity of dopamine
The right to be average
Mean aggregates of all past brilliance
All talented geniuses
Flatten into the trend of our species
This line of best-fit - an excuse to be regular