You’re probably right. I’m outmoded. The same ol’ song and dance routine for me,

…As it IS certainly at the center of all this pejorative piss & vinegar since I was a sperm and my ol’man a beach blanket Rat Pack wanabe on a Triumph Bonneville with a spider monkey in his jacket and a pack o’ Lucky Strikes rolled up in his shirtsleeve; then, later, one that likened himself to the likes o Deano and Joey Bishop---not that he had much choice in the matter, all is brothers looked the part too. & jus before him while the beats worked the streets and basement dives like a plague on decent folk, and the boys-in-blue chained the hopheads and shipped them out to the Mojave to learn once and for all that the man with the gavel is thee Man of the people, and he ain’t a man o color and he ain’t a man o soul and he certainly ain’t a man of illumination or emancipation or that godforsaken beatnik shakin’ jazz & gospel tinged rock-n-roll, ..or street theatre or intangible oil and watercolor paint on jessoed canvas, bless the saints and kill the messengers! But, pally-o, it most certainly has been at the root of it all since we gall began this argument. & the well paid enablers sing their song and the gravediggers lay down the bass line long.

& Jor-El died sending Superman on to earth as a savior and prophet. ..Then he died too because what we’ve seen done here on earth is even “..too heavy for Superman to lift,” said the off key cat with the Flaming Lips. & where do we go from here..

(doused in crude that WE never spewed and labeled rude crude dudes besmirched and despoiled, ..yet the poisoning oil is okay to toil with as an acceptable level o peripheral damage in a viable industry’s quest for world domination)

..if you will wield the enablers’ sword so swiftly and cats like Ferlinghetti will just grow very old and be labeled crackpots on their credit records by bankers who stole the lion’s share o the pie in the sky & pissed it away on subjugation ..& gated communities where redwood forests used to be all the rave to us heathens of earthly love & gesticulation?

I guarantee you that if you’re doing very well in the 21st Century as it is now, you’d be even more in the black if you weren’t economically & technologically tied to the wheel. What I am asking for would not hamper the superrich. Heck, man, it’s nice to have them around when they are just simply decorating the place with fine dress and pleasant scents. But why is it that the human atmosphere has laid waste to common sense while laying out the doilies on fine silk linens for the most inane & arrogant haters of life to hold the lot?

In the long run it costs far less to give earnest consideration. …Imagine that.

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....and I am perpetually waiting ~ for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn ~ to catch each other up at last ~ and embrace ~ and I am awaiting ~ perpetually and forever ~ a renaissance of wonder

....And there were ..no ..strings ..attached