spokesman
handle on
grasp on
finger on the pulse
of america
it’s not a small
world
still I can
predict
much of what
will happen
b/c many
go the basic
route of the
programming
a voice box
distribution
lego construction
flag burst of flames
a logo
a person in need
troubled
america does not
help tibet
china is china
a tank
steamrolling
anyone in the way
dream:
I am a man in West Virginia buying
candy to give to trick-or-treaters
going to the store around 6 pm
hoping I can get back in time
(kids start going out with their parents
earlier and earlier, before the sun is even down)
the roads are tinier but the area resembles
my hometown Silver Spring neighborhood
growing up with the Gooch down the street
our mothers would all fight with each other
find some reason some quirk not to get along
so there would be silence animosity isolation
all things you’d think kids shouldn’t have to
learn from their parents but that’s what
the whole punk realization was about,
to put things into plain sight
heros were not atomic
we would find them elsewhere
in ourselves
and our fanzines were just the beginning
of bigger and better things
maybe just more fanzines
. . .
vault
launch
engage
fire
sling
sing
bring ammo
our friend’s bf is being sent to war because he signed up for it but is upset he has to really go, though he is super into all things GUN — we find out it might not work out because he’s allergic to eggs . . . this is something they’re just finding out? it’s weird. maybe they’ll send him to hawaii instead, or discharge him altogether. the military, the militant military. I’d like to tell them where they and their courts and army intelligentsia can go.
no no
monday wheezes
an accordion
I can feel the
rush jobs
heat up already
five miles way
I grab morning
snacks to hack
through the brush
and with
jokes sabotage
hostile attitudes
that ghost over the place
it is so easy to be upset about the past. I don’t have any sort of formula that’s impressive to anyone. I’m trying to be big hearted enough to let many things go and not be discouraged. I’d like to think I’ve busted free from the vehicle and am floating up and out, to do as I damn well please. on the otherhand I say, “I’m trying to have such a hippy attitude about things, but you keep trying to get me to kill you…”
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