taking apart the h and the 2 and the o

a palimpsest of chemistry
wifts across the blackboard
i like the sharp vivid divide of h2
o2 split even, energy released

marley's cool brew goin down
the occupied streets, a four string
guitar, midi keys, a bass, upoctave
cottonmouth on the bayou.

the boys mix with pandora
jacknifing into summer un
employed and stoned, sometimes
that's just how it has to get done.

we found a way to convince exxon/mobile's
senior chief executive in charge of new developement
to invest in the future of mankind.




dear mr lars


or may i call you reggie? we are facing a crisis in the world today
and you have a chance to be pivotal in the outcome. as new
development chief, you can't afford to pass up the opportunity
to invest in the exploding free energy venture capital projects
that psuedo mad scientists are developing all over the world.
think of being the man to capitalize the harnesiing of the power
of the universe.  your name will go down in history! your legacy
will spread throughout the cosmos because you will make possible
travel between the stars! yes you, reginald f. lars could be the man
responsible for free energy, clean energy, all the energy devices
that our power humgry world needs  and will gladly pay for.
but only if you have the  vision, reggie.
you have to see beyond
the short term profit, invest in power
oil is too limiting. nuclear is
really? nuclear? ummmm
no. that's the other side of your choice, do
nothing. continue the way of the drill
and poison and there will be
no one
left to curse your name.

industrial caveman

post apocalypticly thunderclouding
technology back to

why would you begin to read outloud
as soon as i hit the keys?
why  would you
you are not good for my writing
intwining nueromancer's memes into
the perspecitve of foot looking
at a space station. why do you



i was going to a world that has nothing
to do with bright shiny space stations, matrixes
of artificial inteligence. how would we survive
in a world devoid of electricity what would the new
cave man look like? clubs and arrows from dick's
sporting goods used in wars over dwindling stocks
of cans and seeds , batteries and generators
long gone. the heads of professors who could have
reinvented the tech wheel hung on pikes along a viaduct
that flowed with their blood and the blood of millions
of other unneccesary lives. commerce was king
for a while but now we live by the sword, tomorrow
by the hatchet, a hundred years from now--glass flint
and plastic arrowheads, shopping bag kindling.


pocket communities remain in the mostly
deserted cities.  they get together sporadically
bend the rules
dance a bit. sometime's there's fights
and often there's poetry.  a troupe
of musicians wander between the streets,, beating on strings
and drums, hauling water in two liter bottles wrapped
in macrame hemp rope made by lila the water wheel miller.
but that's not exactly what i mean. i mean those things
come later, on the rebuild to technology. but before that
disease, devastation, and the plague of warfare
the fight for the daily bread. because we've forgotten how
to grow it and besides the ben e
the ;;;;;;gineeredcrops won't affect
shieze. falling asleep. thirsty and such.
it was a good concept but began to sound too  much like
dalhgren. i guess that would be the book to read
about , after the fall, however that will be.
and who knows, maybe it won't
and those nueromancer futures are weaving themselves
even now,   one world order at a time.