Ape 24

I was raised in a democratic state

With an ounce of tomatoes on my plate

Tomato, tomahto

Dorito, Dorado

A league of a log allotted fate

Yea's chicken

Yea, the great midwest-midwife widow-maker was a window breaker.
Where minutemen went to meddle over meadow land, the wet metal window met the widow-makers hand,
Shattering some by where the men scattered seed
"At once the winnobego," 'says referring to the chicken.
-"well wyendette cute"

"Nah, why-andotte, Theser Buff Columbian, blue, barred, buff, white, buff laced."

"ah well..." widow maker window breaker put his finger on his teeth.
"How much to get him in here?"

"Well, the wyandotte'sr a process like all chickens to prepare."

"ah well...Fairs fair at the fair."

"So yell takem?"

"Yea will."

TV or not TV, that is the question

Data-day
mine eyes've seen
thug-glory,
of unrequited love.

The human soul is endangered.
education is standardized, in edited dead id.

Board Game

Aug. 22-

"What can we do, us flesh and blood, but act as if we're made of steel?"
To become metal and robot parts?
It is what is expected of us- to forget our personal preferences, to cope with the qualms of American culture that we despise, to put down our dreams and pick up W-2's, to get jobs; to get jobs that we are not equipped for: to get pointless jobs, to get unethical jobs, to do menial labor for corporate monopolicia-megalomania-opoly, poli, poli.

"Work is work!" say the baby boomers, "give back to society!"
I am encumbered by the false image of myself, the "bum" me I am tried by the public as, the "bum" me I am tried by my family as, the "bum" me that I begin to believe exists- the antithesis of posterboy, the antithesis of $uccess, the antithesis of machismo politico,

( stubborn in the refusal of norm-values, lost in ambiguity; the seminal years of my own megalomania)

The refusal of the rat race! the anti-image of U $ wArmerikkka!:
It's a board game. There is one direction, one set of rules, one prize.
Deviation means failure, dissent means you're a bum.

(I am an proselytized, disarmed, and creedless to an imaginary radical movement.)

Johnny Appleseed, Eddy Cootcha Catcha Kamma, Bonny, Clyde, Hazel Rah, Fiver,

Standing on a chair, with his left hand in the air,
Johnny-Johnny Appleseed, who-what-why-when-where?
Eeking out the cracks, wafting from the bell
smoky trumpet burning from the 3 day stay in hell.

Kissed a gypsy princess,
Made it up the stairs,
but Eddy Cootcha Catcha Kamma fell into the well-

So Johnny made a dive
And found old Ed alive,
made the climb again. Bonny, Johnny, Clyde

Homeward bound to town,
made it to the Down,
but Hazel Rah and Fiver
were no where to be found-

Thwarted by the fuzz
Crutchie on a rug,
lowered through the ceiling, to touch the prophet's mug-

Cuffed outside the door,
for sitting on the floor
Bonny, Johnny, Clyde, and Crutchie,
Hazel, Fiver, Christ and Dutchie,
Huff and puff and bust the cuffs,
fistacuffs, and fits-a-lust,
busted, crusty, punks,
Drunk off the prophet's fine red wine.

statement

Not pitchforks; plowshares!
Ham radio, morse code, xerox copies.

Subliminal messages; patience, temperance, balance, grace.

Consciousness,
Unconsciousness,
Consciousness,
Unconsciousness;
movement, repose.

Clock observations

A clock, a circle: O:
360 degrees in a full rotation.
and
24 hrs. from 12 am to 12 am.

The long hand goes around 24 times in a day.
The short hand goes around twice.

A day is 8640 degrees for the long hand.
and 720 degrees for the short hand.

For both hands a day is 9360 degrees.

The time is 3:12.

3 arguments

argument 1
"God is dead!"
-"God is alive!"

argument 2
"God is this!"
-"God is that!"

argument 3
"God is not this!"
-"God is not that!"