clicking dishes and other ways to travel

 somewhere i read that someone's

relative walked out of a screening

of monty python's holy grail because

of the coconuts.  absurdity

is not appreciated enough

last night i had a vision of rewriting

something and i don't remember what that was

by using this poet's whose name i cannot recall

method of metaphor, simile, and concatenation of terms

i think we call them mixed metaphors like inky ischemias

though those aren't really mixed i am shooting for

improbables. i told bed to not panic

because that's what douglas adams said

cuz we are all just hitchhiking on the sun

thru the vast inscrutable cosmos so that little 

trip you're on will end soon enough.

i waxed on the probable existence of the heart of gold

because what's happening in america what

with the president being a despot and a

wannabe banana republic head of state

is proof that someone's invented 

the improbability drive after all but then

i think about history and realize that this is what

the entire history of our country is about and that

of course, when the wealth has aggragated to the few

that a despot would be installed to dictate.

so , not so improbable after all.

the united states as an empire is fulfilling

its destiny and crumbling into dust

because the rulers have become insane,

****

my sister told me her husband 

sat down and told her i know

that i have dementia, i want you

to get rid of the guns.

this man has been in denial for 7 years

so this was BIG. i am so happy for her

and hope that he remembers the moment 

and not only for the fact that i can 

pick up a nice semi auto and tons of ammo

for a song. i said sell me one. she said sure

what do you want, like, a handgun?

o no, i want the biggest baddest

she said what for

to stand out on the end

of my driveway when the military

police go by or maybe i can join

the black panthers i dunno but now

that they're trying to take my liberal ass's 

second ammendment rights away i 

think i want to put a leash on it and give it

some excercise.

***

i sat by the fire crying about this

i sat by the fire greiving my country

that would not have taken a five year old boy

in a knitted bunny hat away from his mommy but

then ii remembered the japanese interment camps

and trail of tears and realize that this is exactlty

my country both now and then.

that any other appearance was simply wolves

wearing forks to the dinner table. soon enough

they break out the full what lovely teeth you have

and then it's servants and guests on the menu again.

no other empire has had its downfall broadcast 

to the world, who watches in both amusement

and horror,  bewildered by the citizen's own slow

bewilderment. we haven't really faced this before

even our most honored dictator listened to courts

didn't he? i don't even know. i mean, world war 2

japanese interment camps, were they not considered

a breach of the fourth when they took those citizens

and robbed them of their property and possesssions

because they were ancestrally japanese? yeah, infamy alright

already and this IS my country, to the highest degree

when the violated rights of the minorities

become the violated rights of all.

equality acheived at last!

*

we are living in the conclustion of the maxim

first they came for

*

people in the frozen streets 

of minnesota are not hungry homeless poor

they are the middle class the missing

class i almost wrote then changed then 

wished i had not changed because

the middle class are vanishing before our feeds.

say goodbye to home ownership or really

any ownership at all the closest will be \

sharecropping on the platform of the month

and making the most of your fifteen minutes did you see

where apple is so hungry they're gonna take a % of patreon 

donations? i mean i can understand, they have to make

a bottom line that's higher than the last one which was higher

than the one before and all the turtle way down 

which only serves to exemplify that increasing numbers

every quarter is a cancerous model and won't someone

thiink of the children?

*(*(*(*(

all of this and romance is dead 

()

the stitch in my side has returned

it could be i'm not getting enough

fiber or it could be i'm not getting enough

positivity. if i dream of tornadoes it's over

becuase even though i write it all out of me

it creeps back in because of the never ending 

pile of laundry and stacks of dishes in the sink

broadcasting the existence of something i've

outgrown ten years ago. tykes and yikes

i still cherish the times i can have alone

because you turned into 2.

)(

so i try the remote once more

clicking like the 70s thru a limited rota

and settle on the channel with static

i could be anywhere in that snow

 visions materialize like superstrings

then dissolve into the white and black matrix.

and i, observing, witnessing, pretending

they happen to someone else.