the president of the united states
that clean cut charmer
is laid back & logical
& sane & healthy
& vibrates with integrity
in this movie i am watching from the 1990s
hollywood is such sweet escape sometimes
~
& i get it now
how the oldsters
get attached to their stories
why not
watch the glass people frolic
in their 2d sun ?
in the face of decrepitude
blunt loss
& the smoking detritus of nuked dreams
in a grey new world
thats mad green & hot blue
with just one
white tiger stripe
plane scratched
in the block powder sky
i fill pixel baskets
four thousand pounds full
dreaming urgently
dreaming unclear
dreaming escapes
~
&
in
the choice desert
of difficult birth
the
scared brave new old worlds
sane infos gone
maybe where the
loo roll went
forest
calls
me
cabin
it says
air and snow
cabin calls me
build me
it says
tomorrow
today
in the rain
be like the unabomber
it says
but
more
acceptably
sane
pic from pinterest
it all comes along in the low clouds
i bang a clumsy frame around it
made of night tide mystery drift wood
and
for guilt for life for sane
i
hang
it
on
this cyberspace wall
-
ball
deep
in the hinterlands
of
the
new
century
in its thawed swamps and dried ditches
in its improvised emergency drainage
my pre-millennial dread
my strange 1999 tension
when i stood before myself
in the let-down morning
seems
justified
now
-
the morning
is
teenage bold
kung fu wise
it struts
a breach
of light and letterboxes
and
wastes no time at all
calling out
the nights
quiet
comfort
fibs
