- in a post truth economy of reason,
- weigh the attention you pay,
- conserve your alliegiance.

Is that a rule? The truth is fed the child
Hell first?

Whose idea was that ?
Who would tell such stories these ways

as were told us? Would we
tell the hero tales once more with gusto,
– go Wolverine, kill’em all
– we relish massacre scenes
– embedded in publessing minds.
just for the hell of it as I was wont to say.
Visions of cruelty few could ever see,
with this the mob is entertained.
We have been both dog and bear/
bare, and there, to draw the mob
bread and circus for a times labor.
– if you were me, could you imagine
– sure, this is 2022, seven years past tip
– t’point. This is life, we made it to the top.
– in other words, where you’re the reader.
Whensthisday,
feel the clench, not all ceegee, eh, magic.

Bear baiting and witch burning,
booty taking from the greedy for the mob.

Starting with the power taken in mind,
in words enabling finessent curiosity,
our common access to equivalent
core technology,
story fed, new fables, new reasons
to en-joy the hell out of being alive,
in 2022, where you have time to risk
here
lillithquesting riverwisdom lolli-gagged so
sweet, shut me up
– the feminine mind, my god she be a
devouring mother, in the movie,
you were never really here
queen
hero, get the clue, the dog,
blue door (what was behind the Green Door?)

Cross the bridge smoke a cig
Polish silver and sing an Abc song

——— 13:54 one day

Running out of time,
winter comes, not angry, merely
winter, this year’s version.

What manner of things a’r we, we thinkers
of by for enchanted yeses yessing curiosity innate?
INIT
Homo-curiousus, us, right,
used to do what, now?
Used to it, culturally adept. Adapt. It.

The invention of this system, far in advance
of vowelless percussing bionic tsktsktsk,
upright walking mamapapa sprung
face first, up-
per base level approximating flat
– simulate assimilation
for ever, the distance time takes to prove
all things ever
change
on time’s seeming sequential order of forces.
First shall be last,
clean the tree you come to first,
low, easy pickin’ let the kids and aunties, clip;
steady age folk, use the ladders,
one ladder to a tree, go pick every last fruit
on the next tree the kids already skirted,

- San Juaquin, circa Cesar Chavez
- we was scabs, but had no news,
- because news is but the lie that lures.

Now, then, Jello-time, the technique, as
man and mind are one thing in thought
self, autos, forming thing that thinks

at core, I am some thing, one, in particularity,
abstracted from the common sense, man,
wombed or un, of no consequence,

hallel you aha,
yada, hey, oy vey, we beta dance, en-joying

knowing life is not a test, this has all occurred.

Unsudden, evol-uunteerrrolling
stop
There, the gradual reinduction,
realtime
ductile resistant fluid-ity, slow clear
golden rain perverted by the lie
at the level of those who make the news…
-2022 15:30 one day

hey,hey, hey, we pay for eyeballs,
lock in lock on, examine
any other life, but your own, that’s past/

in the inframetaverse
under the law of gravity, we think we know

why we lie, why we think we have some clue,
why are we doing any one thing at one time,
I am certain, one thing at one time,
I am being, and but also as well, if
I am at all relative to you,
I am not you, that is true. So, words exist.
What
is one left for use as anything,
often idled — after all blisstwit’ the kenning
had vanished, ho hokham, ping
proof, poof. That’s what’s happening.
Points pile up, truth accumulates,
soon the pile slides in the spun sense when
What
What is the point, abstractly taken.
No reason, certainly no reason for war.

- you bet the worth of your own time
- unless you did not pay attention,
- then all you may think you know is good
- you were never briefed.

Used
Used to be

been used to become
some indefinite service, power-tap,
leak-putty, screw turner, line puller…
– fruit picker, soft touch, good eye
code capture, sense of we, secret grip,
catch phrase phase, familiar qwip

“Are we there yet?”
— so, as it happens, sooner than later,
always, yes comes to be the answer,

“Are we done enough to send the kids
to skirt another tree?”
— rest let us finish.
Our kindness make up, us, free.
We work as one.
As we agree, we become how come.
Let the bigguns clip the shiners,
so we leave nothing
for the poor to be tempted to steal.

Leave the songs we sang behind.