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Does It Gotta Get Worse?


In my City there's a crack park!
Where all the little crack heads can go to play!

You can go past the park if you wanna!
And watch them!
Behind a chain link fence.
Just like at the zoo!

"You wanna play Baby!" they'll ask you.
"Com'mon Baby!" they'll say "With this you'll really live!"

If you're on the Road to


Intentions that means

you're not

there yet


Add Pressure

Put and Put upon

Sleep badly

Disdain all leisure

Compress everything into 





Squeeze and flatten out all details

Add constant worry

Don't forget anything!

Keep everything listed

Iron down every contingency




Love on the Beach

Underneath a fabulous science museum that sits on pylons jutting out over The Creek
I am told that sometimes people will bring mattresses

So they can lay down n comfort
After they use a needle to press a different reality into themselves
Can't escape your fate
Can only bend for a while

Underneath the pylons jutting out over 
The Creek
I am told that sometimes the people who bring mattresses

Don't know
Or just as likely don't care that there are tides that go out and come in
That the moon passes over
That all things have a beginning and an end

Underneath the life-size display of nova brilliance
I am told that sometimes these people with another reality flowing through their veins

Go out with the tide 
[float-some & jet-some] flotsam and jetsam
Forever hooked into time flowing nowhere
Lost and a waste
No chance with the moon simply damned

Underneath the concrete jetty supporting monied visions of an unattainable future
I am told that the 
[float-some & jet-some] flotsam and jetsam of society actually seek obliteration

Lying on a dirty mattress floating under a display of the opposite end of the food chain
They die in ethereal visions seeking simple release
Giving up before it's too late, 
specious logic
Accepting crushing defeat

Some Things are Easy to Predict

She ran into an Existentialist on the street the other day.
He was alternately and coincidentally begging and pontificating.
She was on an errand.

She listened politely until it was
Her turn
And then said, "What I want is irrelevant."

The Existentialist tried not to smile
Wiped his face and shook his finger
A Master's shake
And replied, "Who am I to tell you what to do,
I am merely a window shopper
On the desires of life."

"Birds are existentialists too!" she piped up pointing to a mailbox.

On the mailbox was a Crow
The Crow was bird eyeing the two of them
She and the Existentialist

The Existentialist turned and watched the Crow
For a moment
And the Crow continued to bird eye the Existentialist and She

Then they parted.


Stood screaming on the line
Begging the people around
"Don't let me
Slip through the cracks!"
Watching them wave
Baby waves
Bye bye
Bye bye

Closer to Heaven

She passed them crossing the street
A couple
Both Blond
Both very tall and slim
Wearing lots of money
Dressed casual

She was looking down
Saw the woman's shoes and looked up
Curious at the space time contortion 
Such a poor disguise

The woman clutched out for the arm of the man 
Spoke a few words
The man jerked her hand off
Flashed his eyes to Her and then he bent to the woman 

The man spoke harsh words
The woman snapped to attention
Switched her eyes front ahead
And then they were past

When She reached the curb She turned to look at them 
As they continued across the street
Until they too reached the curb
Until they passed beyond, into reasonable safety 

She looked at her shoes then and for a lightning's crack moment felt
Shabby, dark, short, and wrong

She looked again at the couple and then turned quickly and walked just
As she saw the man's head begin to turn 
Back to Her

They'd both glanced back when they'd first reached the curb
First the man
Then the woman
Heads twisting to focus in on her 
Amongst the crowd

Curt words were spoken again by the man 
Not accepted this time by the woman
The woman shook her head
Threw a torrent of words at the man 
The man reached for the woman's arm 
Jerking her away

She kept walking rapidly 
Until She reached the next corner
Checking behind Her from time to time