The Right Column

"I'm from Green Mountain

I draw what is righteous."

from any fountain.

translation: I'm from Vermon', I do what I wan'

Poets don't have to be about their own emotions. They have to convey some emotion. Is it just them getting your blood to boil because you feel as though you've been gypped?

Small matters ought not get elevated (by the worriers of the this world) to be big giant deals. Fact of tyranny: the tyrants can't get everyone. There will be survivors. People will resist.

How did the draft dodgers feel back in the day? I am sure that is how a lot of people are feeling right now. Target set. Time bomb ready to go off. Whooop Whooop Whoop (an air raid siren).

But it's all a grand mistake, a broken chord ripped out on a guitar that has had the neck broken off of it, strings still attached. You can't play the guitar when the necks is snapped off!

Try and try as they could try, the only thing that could happen now was the sound of something dieing. Sounded like something dieing. "Boo'd off the stage. He should be booed off of the stage." someone yells.

"You Suck!" someone yells. They feel it. You can tell by the emphasis of how they say it.

After a false start things go going on. The amature left the stage in a bizzare bit of back-room political shinanagins (which was all covered over, by the way, with soil and then they planted marigolds).

"Will you Testify! Testify to the goodness of The Lord. Halaluliah! Praise The Lord! Brother, will you share The Truth, share The Light!"

But not that one, no, not him. He didn't have the Sprit of Truth in him, is what Preacher said. Wouldn't testify. Fell on his sword. Fell right onto it and played the coward.

Oh, generally how is it that someone Betray Us? Praythee not be like he. Go to jail like a man after speaking the truth to Power would be a better way. I'd tell him, if you have any dignity at all you march right up that hill, and underneath that great big steel dome, speak hard truth to power. Even if it is aledged to be against the law.

"Laws ought to be all about the truth." some ancient sage was telling him in a dream. He starts awake. The truth can be caged. But it always has the key!!

Swans congregate this time of year. Here is from 2008.

 Geesh, I've flown far and away today,
       haven't I?

overlay the overlay.

I got nothing more

October 2, 2012

some day
      this guitar will play
   oh yay! 
   some day.
   hey hey hey hey.
    some day.

 



  Ha Ha Ha ha ha Ha Ha
    the young publican stated
   as is factual assesment
 drunk, left a candel on the stove
   and burned down the whole country,
   ha ha ha ha Ha Ha
 he stated.
    the press and media
     never debated
      or related
     the situation
     of political frustration
  knifes and cupcakes,
     a box of old tooth brushes
  DNA of a hundred different speices of 
            snalls.

  "Give it all to them",
      the Burghar scoffs
     "They lost
         nah nah nah nah na."
  
"Secretrary of the Bro-tuckullar?
    just say that she did it with him and
        get out of testifying?",
    Pernikky Liar spartted, spun
         twice
    with a sputter,
     "less morphine
   more chocolate."
 the Remotatot
      blue-teathed.

    "Isn't there anymore
   bleach for the laundry?
       Gas in the car?
 Can't buy a gas can from here to Maine."
      complaigned the lonely wanderer.

  "Mazzaltov!" she insists.
    "We gave you everything we could."