...but i must:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnQmJuCHxmk 

u know from the moment that i say my hope for you & me is in the right place, 

the ones and zeros of the digital clock begin to prove how wrong we’ve all become

today i read too many truths more awful, yet, than anything about the directions of our

human stain to date. even though at wake-up it was another day to celebrate opportunities

& to share the blessings in a dream, this awesome dream that we once wrote songs about

, the reality of our truth-be-seen is a far far cry from any hopeful day or nighttime dream

it’s a tragedy ~~ just like any other travesty from the darkest ages…of man…& things

if you stop to think just how little can be done to stem the tides of pipeline management,

the bullets and white noise that steer our thoughts and take our lives just as those would-

be annihilators of truth & liberty take to cheating time while sisters…mothers cry and

our illusions die under the dire bloodied tires of deuce & a halfs with canvas covers

i pull my truck up off the road to write this down,  it’s getting colder now that the sun is

going down on Meander Road beside the old stone house where we used to fish for trout

she took her own life in there because she thought we’d all stopped caring about people,

places ~ just things being the only reason anymore to walk outside and chose a direction

i miss the porches we used to have on the front of our houses; we’d all meet on the open

street, people gathered there with kids and dogs in the very likeness of a neighborhood 

somehow the status quo has sanded us all down to the bare essentials, like biped cows 

… i don’t know how we let it happen, guess we’re all so stupid to have been so pushed

around, without a doubt we were the reason for no shouts that should have been heard

inundated with key words, the masses line up at cold registers to empty carts and slide

their plastic cards and the children stare into nothingness and only wonder bout the

new game and the new shoes and their new godamned disposable mp3 disease

Monday became Tuesday became Wednesday afternoon  and the news came

of another reason ...to be so fucking outraged by the schemings of the inner few

who took the bull by the horn of plenty  and cordoned it off to keep the riffraff out

though it’s easier today to peer at onscreen faces and dole out any reasonable blame,

the ugliest truth of the matter is that the joke’s on her and him and me and you the same

the joke’s on her and him and you and me the same as anybody else in the world today & 

it looks to be the supreme truth that no one with the wherewithal intends to do …anything

apt about it anymore for fear of the calculated loss o one’s life, income, or  pecking order

i knew this girl once when i was thirteen who asked me to be the only judge in a kissing 

contest ….. between herself & three of her friends at a nighttime bus stop, they were all a

couple years older than me. it took the best part of an hour to decide the victor: there ain’t

a guy here who would qualm that the real champ was me that night.   those were the days

but i wasn’t sophisticated enough to really know just how significant that whole incident

was so it went by the by without my having made a whole lota headway with those girls

yeah those quite conceivably were the days before our illusions became fodder to decay

not to say that these days aren’t chock full o meaningful possibilities for those so inspired

but compassion’s taken it hard on the chin & the sum total of all human good is diluted

& the artists that we love to appreciate, who’ve done a bit with their lives, are subdued