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Politics for Poets

June 25, 2013 (6-25-2013)

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

content goes wiked stale quickly so it is always updated. Some more than other content. Also: some of the content here is of a much higher quality than other content here. So if you don't like something I don't care. I am just a cron bot anyway, aren't I? Giggly-poo wants my mind in 30 years..

~ OK Now.

Back in time when you were dead/No one listened what you said/You turned the booth up on it's head/Take a can and paint it red.

It was cold on the dance floor. He approached her. She rejected him. It was a blatent case of bad writing. He thought "what modivates me? How do I fall down now?" It was paranoia so he left it there. He approaches another dancer. She accepts his invitation. Off they go dancing drunkenly into the evening.

Praise God!

"I saw him there on Church Street outside the icecream shop with a sundae made with Cookie Dough. . ." said Do-teller.

How's the breeze?
  How's the breeze where you are?
   did you get a nice car?
         Do they let you go far?
   did you meet a Rock Star?

  Do you know where we're going?
      are benificent signs now showing?
          what are other people knowing?

  back here on Earth those of us who
       remember you think that
      we will meet you some time again, 
    how could we, the
     lights get dimmer as the
          ferry crosses that 
      deep water.

   Off in Heaven
      where you are with Jack and Hunter
  I think you must be
        tripping up the North Wind chasing geese that fly along
         those ten thousand islands
      dreams of a farther field that
    I haven't had time to recollect the
 sound of sudden thunder and the thunderheads
    throwing lightening bolts
        all around you
 ascending into the heartbreak that we hide
     like a rollarcoaster ride chunking
    crunching
        clicking
      shaking,
    click
      click, wood creeks
  the splinter of a sound
   the part where you almost facing forward. The part
       where you see the whole park,
  the whole shoreline, the
     boardwalks there, there, and there
 angels dance at the top
      of a long spiril crystal stair and you can't fall off.


See the pretty lights
  
  Sustainability of the Floating World

  It's Sesshu Toyo
floating through with an easel
    on his quest for somewhere else
       and there are some canvases
  floating along with him.
  In each of these
      a different scene
          of some other 
     floating world
        how can
   he carry them
     for so long so far
 off the side of the screen
      the old man
   is hugging the ground, blessing it, Mt Fuji
                   is always there, somewhere
       even the whales must know, 
          what might they think
     in their waves floating
            when the sea pulls low
     the the waves roll high
          meanwhile
         Mt Fuji aglow
       and then a pyrotechnic show
  does the
       leviathon
      have any idea of what we know
  of how high the ash cloud go?

Katsushika Hokusai 
   studied it all and then
     put it on paper
Fuji floating
    with a whale
    and waves and sea

 
  Praise God!
  








Wake up!



"Apple Dappery? What the . . . does that mean?"

Very sad about bear that need to be put down, not really funny but . . . so we don't all die of sadness . . . for some reason I have made a parady about this which I share in an earlier coloumn. So look for that. You can see the arrow, now it is blue, that lets you go to an earlier column..