oh, jeez, it’s like bricks from an overpass through windshield glass
the human waste, the human waste, the blessings wasted, the trees gone,
the bile and restlessness sweeping clean what’s left of the left-leaning meaning
& all for sake of proof that man can and will fuck the earth to death in the name of
Grace.
If I were not such a walking social faux pas … Id invite u all to a fireside jam
But, low, I’ve become the metaphorical mumbling loner at the end of the
bar/not-bar who only trolls after the minutes with sons and one girl
all-the-while letting past dreams slide quietly into clouds of
peaceful/not-peaceful obscurity and the calm green sea
but, as a precious friend recently said, “…It’s the
thought that counts. “ Action is for the toil
in the 21st Century, not the festivity.
So we skirmish, using, as has been the case,
theologians as our..swords 4 bloodbath 2 intellect.
Cassie, this, amongst other portions of recent posts,
does surely go 2 show the myriad of counted sorrows that
are rave undertone to all the wiles we the people spread.
Don’t lose your head, lady. We’ll maybe all meet
one day on E’s secret island getaway…. & oh
the singing & carousing (then) we’ll do……
