Saturday, December 03, 2016

A Walk To Square

I realized slowly
with horror
that everyone around me
somehow has lost
a simple part of being human

I realized slowly
with horror
as I walked to the square
that there were far too many
who were there
and not there

People
who were afraid to feel
and yet feelings
washed over them
like rain

Feelings
that they could not explain

Driving them on
to push open
the door
to a new fascism


I pictured them
standing at a rally
in salute
to their heroic leader

I pictured them marching down the street
murdering those who were just a little different

I pictured them so far gone
that nothing will bring them back

And I was scared
And then the cold rain began to fall
as I walked home
turning the street
into a mirror

And a sense of calm
washed over me
as rain washes away dust

And I remembered
such a long time to be gone
such a short time to be there


Friday, December 02, 2016

Black - Pearl Jam - Death Parade AMV

End Prohibition, 1926 - 2016. Happy 90th Anniversary!



"The more obvious the failure becomes, the more shamelessly they [the prohibitionists] exhibit their genuine motives. In plain words, what moves them is the psychological aberration called sadism. They lust to inflict inconvenience, discomfort, and whenever possible, disgrace upon the persons they hate — which is to say, upon everyone who is free from their barbarous theological superstitions, and is having a better time in the world than they are."

"They cannot stop (getting high), nor even appreciably diminish it, but they can badger and annoy everyone who seeks to use it decently, and they can fill the jails with men taken for purely artificial offences, and they can get satisfaction thereby for the Puritan yearning to browbeat and injure, to torture and terrorize, to punish and humiliate all who show any sign of being happy. And all this they can do with a safe line of policemen and judges in front of them; always they can do it without personal risk."

— from "Notes on Democracy"
by Henry Louis Mencken, 1926

Monday, November 28, 2016

The first

The air smelled of dust
after so long

This year was the warmest
a thin veil on the greenhouse
and on the leaves

The first
just hit ground
knocked everything around

And it smelled almost like a wildfire
gray, smoky - a little bit of electricity and destruction

There were not enough drops to keep the dust from coming back down

And then came the rest.
And I saw you.

And it rained.

Friday, November 25, 2016

You're expendable


You're not required. Anyone can do the job.
You're just about hardware.
You've failed.

You can be replaced.