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mauvey clouds again
the ducks slysly
behind us now.
moving across the yard
like a bit encrypted packet.
jack, jack, it's our time again
what has passed since we met last?
out here the brazilian pepper tree
provides shade in t e summer but
it's dying now.
the branches brown the leaves
bark like a distant dog.
jack there's a real tyrant running
the town hall meetings these days all full
of himself and his opinions. what he don't
get is his time's over now. unless
he unleashes the pent up hysteria
'surrounding the end times. who knew
a horseman would wear suits
sell real estate, bargain down an honest
man's wages? gotta go with fashion i guess.
horns and flames of hell are passe, at best.
jack the sun still sets in the west
and paints cumulonimbus clouds
with night bloom's palette, call it
passion, stoked. a bruise surrounded
by a bright red slap, across a face
that grabbed pussy's tale a bit too often.
he's sorry he's not even sorry
what happens in the locker room stays-
regretful someone caught it on tape
is all, calls foul ball and shotgun.
those that love him, jack, you know the type.
legions of resentfuls, not deplorable so
much as ingorable, the unneccessariat.-
not my word, there's link for that, google it
google, jack?
what's google? you
really have been out of the loop
it's the library of congress on tv.
you remember tv. wrap your head
around a hundred and sixty channels
then tie it up with this twist-infinite channels.
all played on a turning machine.
jack you can come back, we'll clone
your image, put your words in your mouth,
hang your thumb heading south.
grab the first avatar in a car
find the internet's big mouth.
*((*(
the ac hum in the evening
the battle hymn of the last crickets
an airplane like a long slow wave
across a sky the color of washed out jeans.
harvest perfumes the cooling air
with earth's musty hair
and the damn dog goes off again
a dying pepper tree on the bayou.
.
the ducks slysly
behind us now.
moving across the yard
like a bit encrypted packet.
jack, jack, it's our time again
what has passed since we met last?
out here the brazilian pepper tree
provides shade in t e summer but
it's dying now.
the branches brown the leaves
bark like a distant dog.
jack there's a real tyrant running
the town hall meetings these days all full
of himself and his opinions. what he don't
get is his time's over now. unless
he unleashes the pent up hysteria
'surrounding the end times. who knew
a horseman would wear suits
sell real estate, bargain down an honest
man's wages? gotta go with fashion i guess.
horns and flames of hell are passe, at best.
jack the sun still sets in the west
and paints cumulonimbus clouds
with night bloom's palette, call it
passion, stoked. a bruise surrounded
by a bright red slap, across a face
that grabbed pussy's tale a bit too often.
he's sorry he's not even sorry
what happens in the locker room stays-
regretful someone caught it on tape
is all, calls foul ball and shotgun.
those that love him, jack, you know the type.
legions of resentfuls, not deplorable so
much as ingorable, the unneccessariat.-
not my word, there's link for that, google it
google, jack?
what's google? you
really have been out of the loop
it's the library of congress on tv.
you remember tv. wrap your head
around a hundred and sixty channels
then tie it up with this twist-infinite channels.
all played on a turning machine.
jack you can come back, we'll clone
your image, put your words in your mouth,
hang your thumb heading south.
grab the first avatar in a car
find the internet's big mouth.
*((*(
the ac hum in the evening
the battle hymn of the last crickets
an airplane like a long slow wave
across a sky the color of washed out jeans.
harvest perfumes the cooling air
with earth's musty hair
and the damn dog goes off again
a dying pepper tree on the bayou.
.
posted by hiccup at 4:07 PM
3 Comments:
nice to see you're still doing that kind of stuff - i missed it, just wasn't looking, could barely drag my head up - i'm feeling the lack of it, that sort of community, i got nothing like that now, just boring, over-earnest program people, and the fun crowd i must quarantine myself from at all costs
also i googled unneccessariat, and found some interesting stuff, including this article which you probably saw: https://morecrows.wordpress.com/2016/05/10/unnecessariat/
well, k', it's not my runescape though. that's my son's. i've been lurking on reddit for a year or so- i get feelings like community, from the outside. symptomatic of the unneccesariate annihilism school.
been missing community too. not so much a stay away from the fun crowd as can't energize for the run.
you know the symptoms. good to talk with you, any way we can connect. i do believe that's the article. it is an interesting dynamic. very freeing in a way.
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