Saturday, November 3, 2018



A murmuration of starlings has style and grace in abundance, pulsing in and out of view, appearing out of the void into the sky like Coppola's choppers in commander morrison's apocalypse.

A Silverback, snoozing in the green canopy of Earth, has grace.
A pilot passes over, Satellites chime directions
Nomads once upon a time left the trees, for the savanna, and the oceans, and the Yellow brick road beyond the horizon
Returning to the towns of their birth, with fire and mirrors and Apollo missions to the moon.
A Silverback has grace after he's eaten.
Neil Armstrong had style when he made the greatest moment mankind ever knew

Backward
Protesters take to the streets in Pakistan following a supreme court verdict ordering the release of Asia Bibi, a Christian woman sentenced to death in 2010 after being accused of insulting the prophet Muhammad

One eyed Pathological Consumers'
lives have been corralled and shaped in order to encourage it [trashing the living world through pointless consumption]. World trade rules force countries to participate in the festival of junk. Governments cut taxes, deregulate business, manipulate interest rates to stimulate spending. 

Lets talk taxonomy, divide us into Identity
Discrimination
let's work and consume
Lets pray, meditate, forgo social obligation
spit on people without spitting
Own without sharing

The wizard of Oz 
1939
I walked toward the river 
passing Bukowski
 a local homeless man
who'd been degenerating since his girlfriend left him last year
he was headed for the game 

I stopped at the bridge surrounded by beautiful empty houses, hotels
I spat into the water
Then blew a snot rocket
like a football star

Deirdre waved at me from across the street
and called me by my name
The first time she called my name since I got here a year ago
She likes cocaine
We could be so good together



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