Reasonable affluents, I see your admirable family trees. U could push the envelopes & have the ratbastids on the ropes, if you stuck your necks out like in the eighties! & we, the hoi-polloi, who have come around to mightier ways of thinking & being will step up and have your back like we didn’t then ‘cause we couldn’t realize just how hard you were trying..then..to send smoke signals! Seasoned affluents, you DO have the best chances, your brood WILL be nationally ranked..even if they are only just as good as mine or maybe not even as good..’cause mine is real effing GOOD, small-time legendary (‘ere in the hood) yet e’ll be fortunate to see the inside of a Division III liberal arts institution of higher wood; academics, ATHLETICS, and arts/music, at best probability. & if he/we/he can pull that off then cool, we’ll make road-trips to his games and raise the roof off the place, ..& remain after the game to hug ‘im (all sweaty & dog-tired & alive) and thank him for another good-good time. I’m…not miffed so much or bitchin’, really, but it just seems to me like those complaining the loudest are the affluents today (scratchin’ my head) ..even though they got the gravy..and we got hard bread. …Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE to see others do well & live strong ...no-matter their beginnings. & well-intentioned affluents are the turbo in the engines of civilization, the generations with the best chances of finally conceivably potentially effectively opening the floodgates of illumination.

~`~ K. There’s a book recommended to me by some smart & kinda snooty guy. Got it; took a bit to get into it. Once I got the rhythms, it read like cooked & 24 hr. refrigerated dark cocoa pudding, smooth as silk and infinitely satisfying but too rich to read again any time soon. Thank U, too..

Upon receiving the book..felt the energy it radiated was worth the extra mile: took it to a favorite pine woodland & [hiphippy as it may seem] made ceremony of gifting tobacco to the trees, then opened to page one. ..The subject matter was immediately interesting as people are people …but something in the ..oh ..flow ..or perhaps my own state o mind [maybe forced..rather than actually interested this sitting], just didn’t wake me shake me take me at first wellspring. BUT I’m feelin ya, dawg, the depth o your shout-out, the stir o your hullabaloo, ..plus I’ve come to admire your civic inclinations to enough of an up-tick that I’m willin t’go buy a book on blind faith if U were moved enough to send up rococo deep flowery smoke signals on 4/4 drumbeats to the 4 winds o the 5 directions. & so nearly through Tawny Grammer, ..yo, I stopped and restarted ..back @ the Black Oak-shaded cabin & zi-ran zephyr Louie. See it with new eyes. Began feeling the rhythm. From the perspective of the rhyme, well-weaved into perfect prose notes. Not the 1st time poetry took on the personification of prose with sophic eloquence, to be sure, but when Mr. Snyder did roun’ the block to meet me on the corner of E 22nd and Verisimilitude, in his shadow I saw light.

~`~ Hey Dick! You said one request guaranteed? (To right wrong deeds, might U consider..declaring the war machine passé along with middle-aged temper-tantrums and tyranny? But..in the interim) Okay, my request: By Writ of Orderly Recompense: ..All Staff on or beneath the [rising] poverty line no longer have to get fucked by YOU! No, you’ll have to figure another way to satisfy your appetites. Okay, okay, harrumph and pooh-pooh all you got to ..until you wrap your head around it...then get IT DONE. A guarantee’s a guarantee. (Like a pension plan.) Your halls assign me…to bad forebodings & venality in the shape o fugly things t’come, gray ghostly airs & hair parted (un)just-right. Thump-thump. Harrumph, harrumph. Upright & slithery. ..Just plain slithery. Sophisticated slime. The bulk o the wraiths are the class that creates & exploits the poverty line. Sum, I believe, are directly proportional @ birth in this way but not mindfully that way & so they remain..conflicted by their very existence ...and low in keeping the others at bay they enter unto the party line way thinking that they may finally buy the force of will necessary to blanket the status quo with a more considerate metal of pataflafla and fairness doctrine, oh say can you see. ..Then by the next term they’re suckin’ down JW Blue in the comfort o waspy retinue, while our countrypersons open envelopes with jaws agape and eyes like injured puppies! ---- Hypnotize me, girl! Okay: You are sleepy..when I snap my fingers you will only have your best comfort zone before you; one, two, three, snap!/////Oooh, it’s partly sunny today…with a likely chance of babycake-booty for breakfast..and macking breakers up the street. It’s so easy to be giddily distracted when You amble in2 the room in faux fur slippers and.. cotton-Teri-mini-nighty, m’ heart go boom-boom when u reach up for a cup to put your joe in, all the while smilin intently at me ..n smelling thata way ..n sounding thata way ..n looking thata way ..3rd eye get so high on you, mi esposa m’Lady..mmm what was botherin me / / ? / / who cares...

Just lay with me n drift with esteem duet synchronicity through the end o the weekend, Maya. & ..come… ..Monday we’ll do it like last Monday, just a week advanced & practically on schedule. & we’ll embrace our entrepreneurial best case scenarios in the company of hope’s pie-in-the-sky. Reconstructing the foundation..again..after having lost all but all of it to the blood bugs that be, …we