Rings a bell

that rings a bell

But then the bell never went off

Shed forget 

Back TO being a

stranger 

Recluse 

Agorophobic station wagon collapse 

off the ever-resolate I-05

We all gotta go sometime.

That hardly provided any comfort, like an expiration date, what exactly is it preventing? Equally maleficent, the warning label, the disclaimer, the we might kill ya waiver. Despicable. 

Deplorable had just been ruined, overexposed- had its day.
She popped a benzo to unjangle those Upper East Side jitters, lower westside bitters.

Oh, well, I love ya 

pretty baby

You’re the only love

 I’ve ever known
Just as long as 

you stay 

with me

The whole 

world is 

my throne

I think I can do better with that refrain 


[Refrain]

Beyond here lies nothin

Nothin we can call our own
 

Beyond here lies

Nothing 

Not a thing to show 

For 

How the time 

Flies

elusiveness of time 

My skin crawls with dread 

Generalized metastasisized aggrandized 

It never is enough.

Time forgets what mattered

Loosened grip falsettos clamour by

Vociferation incomplete 

They have forgotten future generations.

There is no space between us

this was what she craved

Her skin crawled with dread anticipation 

of nothingness

meaningless

“nothing but a joke”

uncertainty of it all.

Why bother? 

Who’s got the time?

When did we give up?


 

Conflict theories 

Clearing browser history 

I stop 

At this one 
Attempt to systematically 

refute 

the status quo

quid pro quo

habeas corpus

yo yo

Who got the money 

gonna take the store 

Who bought the land

gonna sell the farm

You shouldn’t breed so much

Certainly not more than two

And why you feel 

Entitled to 

anything is beyond

me,

quintessential 

gen-x pop self categorization 

in a novella 

about being born mid sixties 
Which meant first president we knew from tv was Nixon that’s not cynical oh no the turning point of American innocence 

To teagans 80s where those who drank the koolaid profiting from the economic attack on the former middle class working class, the people who make and build things you need and grow your food and provide your entertainment. Those jobs all massive upheaval from Detroit to techno-assault on manufacturing guild tradition and service professions in the name of robotic replacement of humans.

Advantages sure, no benefits, workers comp just pure profit for google. For the tiny number of people who plan to survive the ongoing slaughter of any of us who serve no purpose for the rich controlling elite of the world who are primarily without emotional empathy and can therefore act out of pure self interest and justify profit as success a success is all that matters when the accumulation of fiber archenemy parchment currencies based on bonds, futures, commodities, loans, debts, interest- all a gamble, all here say based on scientific facts created by man to simplify the mystery and unknowable wonder of our planet and cosmos.
Let joy fill your heart 

I am appreciating a glorious day in Los Angeles partly mourning habing to leave my favorite light