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“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.