yeah…, well I figured as much

wasn’t looking for answers anyway;

not as if anyone’s got ‘em

was just sounding-off

while there’s still sound

to be reckoned with

…had a sound in me

everybody’s got a megaphone

everyone stands to inherit the wind

& the wind cries Mary again & again

so go give Mary a kiss…already

& the thread cried:  have at it

but like the degenerate

beat poet quipped:

language is a virus

…from outer space….

& nobody’s really talking

anymore.  Not here certainly,

not anywhere…West at any rate

not unless…there’s...a script to follow.

or a humble (hollowed-out) letter to a president 

…how many million verses have been wasted

on man…who plunders with vision & ire?

how few verses have been consumed?

nobodies really talking; not anymore

in this land of Nod we call:

…Get Up and Get Some.

She never sold herself.

Not to you or anyone

She ain’t a whore,

…she’s a lady.

she bled and bled for what?

yeah, this has gone nowhere fast

train wrecks are counted sorrows

most r born to be train wrecks

the more the technologies

the less the will to be

to shed some light

to bang the machine

don’t tilt the machine

we like the machine

…sleep

work…

consume

…repeat

hum a little tune while

the thieves deliberate.

…sleep well;

hesitate to think.

nod, nod, ...wink, wink

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