Game Over
Body & Mind
Serendipity
It's an unceasing push to be made to want the things
Others want
Survival of your species....................................
your class structures..............................................................
your peer groups.........................................your packs
Whatever
Small i i-DENT-i-TY
Survival of a kind
Covered in bruises and almost always in pain
Pick up a newspaper
Dull aches and dark nights
And occasionally
.......................Plateaus.......................
Of divine
The Crows Tell Me Things
Expecting someone with an
Opposable Thumb
Can do something about
"It"
The Crow's expectations are wrong
They are
After all
Bird brains
Sunday Mourning
Economics, status and experience
Statistics, facts and studies
Behind-the-scenes politics and plain shenanigans
Newspapers, gossip, books, TV, radio and Internet
The "man on the street"
Provide
Cumulative, documented, statistical
Evidence
Every pulpit, desk and mountain
Even if they choose
Not to
Seek them out
"The Word" must go out
Accept
Fate
Overwhelming evidence is pointed to
And weary heads are shaken
Occasionally
Hardened laughs escape
So difficult
To
"Educate"
Aren't We supposed to be Kind?
Just turned off the radio
CBC Radio Canada
They were talking
Everyday talk on the radio
Everyday talk about people
Being tortured
There was this smart guy
From England
A professor
Or some other high keeper
Of facts
He made a few succinct points
About a few succinct issues that
Drive me to despair
Everyday talk
Woo Owl Who
Went for a visit to a player last night
Who confided to repeatedly cheating on his wife
Whom he'd finally dumped
She'd refused to part with her own life
He had very white teeth and insisted on giving me
A hug
Which I made as awkward as possible
Stood too close to me
Attempted to touch my hand several times
Listened with almost perfect attention to my every word
Gave me tea and showed me his
Pictures
"How come?" I asked
"How come
Players always want to show me their pictures but
If I try and show them mine
They yawn
How come?"
His response was a titter
Not a woo
Not a Chance
The excuse is always
Ignorance
Outlaw the excuse
And ignorance does not cease to exist
Hidden beneath layers
Cultivated, woven and spun
Reality merely shifts unseen
Cloaked
A spider's game
Torturing and suffering
Survival unaffected by rules
Sug'quest'ions
One
If
diversity is important and physics real,
what is replacing (fill in the blank)
Calibrate the reality you're walking through.
Even a rat in a trap checks out
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All indications indicate
Society advocates
The use of drugs
The only concern seems to be
That kickbacks are received
At every step
D
O
W
N
The product chain
OR
Is it
P
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Three
My friend Val Crow
Has a head
That is attached quite loosely
0
Yet still it doesn't fall off
And roll on the floor
String Theory
We were talking on the telephone.
The-Man-Who-Used-to-Beat-Me laughed when I told him,
"I live on the water 'cause I'm safe from you there.
" Because he laughed, I ventured on.
"You've always had this thing about the water", I asked,
"Do you remember where it got started?"
He laughed again.
"You do remember.
You do. You do. You do. You do!"
He knows I love beginnings.
The-Man-Who-Used-to-Beat-Me knows I'm a sucker for
The String.
An extended, verbal,
"Ah shucks Ma'am" thing went on for some time.
I could see him then quite clearly In my mind's eye.
I could see his face.
I could see the way his mouth worked
The darting and spark in his eyes.
"She said I just sunk."
"What?!"
"My Mom", he sighed patiently explaining,
"She said that with the other kids,
She just threw them right in,
But that with me Well…"
"You sunk!?"
"I just sunk."
I howled.
I laughed.
He laughed.
He howled.
"That means you're a Witch",
I told him.
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