Welcome to our beastly country.
Eager to know how you got here.
The mainstream, that brackish torrent – some thirty year olds drinking warm busch pounders must have been dickin’ with the sluice, I told the City Council that thing wouldn’t hold – we’ve had a little dutch boy situation for the past fifty years with that thing, just a couple of steadfast conscious fingers holding back the flood.
Finger in the dam and all.
“We were watching the turkey vultures, ya ever see those things. Majestic looking.” Slurp, Belch.
Well you’ve flooded the streets through your ignorance and carelessness – Goodness. Look at everyone, swimming in it.
I think that they like it, bobbing their heads, wearing garbage.
These little island tips of civilization.
They’re lighting bonfires on church roofs, there’s a drum circle over the tabnernacle, they’re skin diving for cans and pampers.
Oh the detritus of western civilization imagery is just too obvious, don’t you see?
Something else has happened here!
Something more than just the events
I can’t picture bracelets that make soft tinkling noises and fine linen shirts for your wedding day anymore. Where is the pithy rejoinder, the times that are the froth of joy, the time when you and Brian wore suit coats and bought coffee from McDonald’s and went to the movies in the Andorra Shopping center?
Teaching taught unteachable crooked untaughtedness; nasty furtive eating and the flick-flick-flickering visible darkness of pinched thoughtlessness.
Slab sat dat phat cat, yea?
We must learn to learn, lean and hungry.
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