Saturday, November 02, 2024

mmmmmx

Quick Twisted Remix

                                                                                 gentle Uncle Billy
brought

his p a s s i on secretly
   —John Wieners (from “MRS. WILLIAM HENRY HARRISON WAS TO ILL TO GO...”)

3 daze ’til the
election, can’t
focus. manage
to watch 2 epi

sodes of Shrin
king
at the top
of the day. Watch
video for bbno$

& Yung Gravy’s
“You Need Jesus”
3x (now 4). At
the end of that,

guess who calls
me. I’m crying,
(tears in his eyes!).
Stress levels at

extreme, only
lower due to
sitting on my
desk (bed) all day.

Another long stretch of time
I manage to endure
without thinking,
feeling over the

hump watching
Madame VP x 2
on SNL tonight,
holding out my

hands (and hope)
for an
easy stretch
through the extra

hour of fall
behind
, w/
the right
stuff to do:

write this one
to you, enjoy
2 more season
finales (Only Murders,

Agatha), go dan
cing and just
maybe relearn
how to pray.

politix

Friday, November 01, 2024

mmmmmix

“American Meanie, What a Weenie,” Keens Citizen Dream E.

        He grips my
     soul like a stale
     behind.

         —Robert Glück

Tragic to think that
“I’ve seen a lot of
history” would’ve
meant “Oh, the

progress was slow,
but I’ve been around
long enough to have
seen a lot of it.” Until

now, when I sit around
bemoaning everything
in no order because
chaos counts more.

“The poor kids,” is
the thought that
lingers more than
any other, way

more than the
apocalypse,
which, how
ironic that

doomsday 
has become
nostalgic
to hark back

upon. In any 
other era it is
what glows from
the silver screen

of the mind’s
eye more
than any 
other.

Can’t tout the
luxury of having
a mind that isn’t
booby-trapped

by omnipresent
anxiety because,
and, imagine the
goofy end of days

calamithy that guided
our worst nightmares
back then when
cynicism was

just about as
tawdry as
porn or post
modernism.

no bones about it