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November, 2002




11/30/02-Severed ties afloat a moonless night in my house now a boat on the vast empty sea all in dark hues dim grays and black briefly the residence rests on a tiny wave-lapped bar of sand that protrudes where my first floor had been gently rested here for a moment unstable the slightest new rush of tide or tempest and I'm once more adrift the ocean bed five miles below the nearest coast five hundred leagues distant the sky cloud-filled a hand's breadth above the rocking roof the abode begins to settle the waves rush in no light nor communication utterly alone moorings cut cold...




11/26/02-Smiling greeters ringing bells harassed or excited holiday shoppers eager to spend consume support the economy racing frenetically in store aisles and powerful vehicles on rain slicked streets bloody body mass jam red crumpled sedan stalling traffic a thing like that could ruin your whole forty proof spirits on display promising relief keeping depression at bay...




11/15/02-I've got those really gotta go but there's someone in the bathroom blues grandpa lost his false teeth when he upchucked and flushed the toilet 'fore he knew what he'd done my friends don't wanna see me but I really don't care I lack a social passion I'd rather be alone the wind whipped tarp like a shroud bespeaks the coming of a cool front though it's sunny this good friday with nary a cloud new orleans is a navel below the level of the sea some day there'll be a tempest and they'll all cease to be this morning thick pancakes but wishing for steak how brown was my bacon mm very good coffee feral pigs invading the bay area makin' a mess my mentor died before he could let me confess earnest extroverted ladies plying their trade their arms laden with plates of food their bubbly smiles and juice wielding hands while smooth talking hint of shallow thoughts and nothing upstairs belie true depth greater than lock ness it's the work-a-day world from which I'm currently excluded yet the value of our book's soaring so much we're going to be rich I said but she you're really out of touch man quite deluded then would you like a flesh clutch I'm sorry not tonight I have a bad headache dear the hunters are gathering it's that time of year with terrorists galore fanatics and no deficit of fear...




11/9/02-On an infinite plane an infant alone afraid great grief lacrimae rerum the tears of things it furthers one to have lovers and friends yet existence is existentialist all companions leave us we die in isolation misunderstanding alienation estrangement no lasting bonds we are nothing we take nothing with us we mean nothing without awareness finally the tornadic winds of reality shall blow asunder all our ego illusions deep sighs for lost loves lasting bonds competing religious and political fairy tales all the tempests of the biospheric condition empires wealth pride in youth in physical allurement in wit in brilliance talent creativity in excellence of health in pure consciousness come to nada yet for all that we remain tellers of and listeners to and moved by tales of deep truth if only of a child abandoned forever ultimately alone on a perfectly flat endless and empty plane...




11/4/02-Fecund dreary incessant rain flying supertanker vast empty plane bereft people going down again would you like that with or without hijackers sir communication toilets and air conditioning we have a with salty peanuts class flight or with tasteless well preserved sandwiches and little bottles of booze would you like your terrorists to take over and simply ask for ransom or for unrealistic political demands you know such as release of palestinian prisoners and israeli exit of all lands occupied in the nineteen sixty seven war that sort of thing or just to crash the craft like missiles into key american landmarks and icons ok now we have terrorists with or without masks without are more numerous and cheaper but for a little extra we can provide them with no I'm sorry the only masks they have are george w bush or ariel sharon now following the crash would you want to be on the flight with an afterlife or without no we cannot discriminate on the basis of belief all options are available heaven hell oblivion nirvana great spirit world you name it but some choices are already booked ron did his best to understand he waited back at the cheap rental house in the neighborhood across the tracks surrounded by poor white trash chicanos and blacks the interstate traffic rushing by his front door I'd been calling for hours but could not get through fran was with me sometimes with pepper too sometimes without sometimes a cute lass of twenty was there dressed only in a long white cotton sleeveless men's undershirt that stopped just barely below the crotch and revealed most of her generous boobs in the rain it had become even more translucent and formfitting there was a sense of desperation of suspended horror when I finally got to my brother's doublewide trying to protect the two young children the dying dog the nation my life marriage and reputation I tried to hide pulled down the rolled up paper shade but it jerked loose and snapped back up then fell off the wall taped it up but what of the other windows the door down the hall the huge plane was landing downtown in the city with no room tall buildings on all sides the last few seconds at night in the pouring lights artificial revealed an urban chaos the wrenching tragedy earth changing could not be denied inevitable as prophecy the chosen ones...




11/2/02-Maroon moon when twisted time child woman blues dying one moment at a sublime bases steal mental lapse maraschino cherry marshmallow clouds stolen eagle's prey bleeding slowly striped tree kangaroo skeleton dancing scorpions fever chills friends neat addition to my collection romance extravagant bills prescription pills chic smart supplements for all it is that ills cornfield art hay pepper cutie pie hold deal pass wager tide flow fold chess matched set math intimate encounter said what's real filtered by word salad landscapes and premonition someone walking spoon fashion fondling on my grave done onyx eye fried sweet potato buy caress clean your clock by it for you no longer working stare empty have some tea take heart but she'll break your bones there is no deity...

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