Normally at this spot of beach I organize children to dam and channel the creek as it crosses the sand into the sea. I love organizing children: managing factions, developing leadership, channeling dependable strengths, mediating conflicts. It's like a cush corporate job but with toddlers and sand.

( But today I wanted to sculpt. )

back on the wagon, jack
too twisted by windows to oblivion again
macrabe poker hand management

i gotta relax
the coach told me
passing by the school today

as blue-jersey good kids, rich kids
ran up the block and walked back.
ran up the block and walked back.

jazz sounds too sylvia
and that's sad.

When she hustles out another dance move
and has another cigarette

I start the day singing in the shower
and tearing up old shit

All the petals just fell off
the dahlia Michael stole for me.

All the distractions of a failed oil man
convinced it's answered prayers
slash and hurtle America to destruction.

Terrorists, hurricanes, and
how we respond are separate
domains.

Nuke Mecca, that will show them
the means we'd willingly go to
from our fat butts in Congress
to our cigar snifter elite

Who wouldn't even smell
the burning flesh of WWIII
"over there"

Up the hill
Open the worms
tie poetry to the sky.

I miss everyone lately.
All the people, all the time.

There are a million names in the city,
A million words.

Until you wish you were a dog set on a leach
to cross the road with him,
Like the plush pip coming from Kristi's Grooming Company.

My favorite cafe has turned into a hot destination.
Everywhere, life is populating spaces,
Dogs are crossing streets.

Snap, dig that deal,
after all the pain,
of not just good, rough peace
but real opportunity.

People tell stories of September nip,
The sun is suddenly a faultering friend.

I know it's here.
In sad screaming of mistress night,
a howl.

There will be a touchdown on the tarmac and return to
( ground wire, silent sleep, inevitable peace. )
and nobody's home at the mortuary;
devotion to a surreal cause
without the surname Dali.

( First Part I Hid )

the fly on the wall is climbing the glass
to hypnotic tracks in my
favorite cafe.
To live it is a my Thursday treat.
To write is my addiction.

( Second Part I Hid )

Today I dressed up like a flambouyant Ross-dressed retard with an awesome hat. Because that is what I am. I successfully applied for health insurance. Well I have to fill out THIRTY pages of "HAVE YOU HAD THIS PARTICULAR BALL CANCER". I COME TO HATE MY COUNTRY AMERICA WHEN I FILL OUT HEALTH INSURANCE FORMS. MY COUNTRY AMERICA IS CRAMMING SERVICE OVERHEAD EXPENSE WAY, HARD UP ITS MEDICAL DELIVERY MODEL. But today, it's fair to say I did something about this fact: I purchased Congressional-approved high-deductible medical insurance, which is likely to help solve Part of the medical care problem. It does this by putting the invidual's skin in the cost game. It does that by giving you the most favorable tax status possible if you agree to manage the money as your medical expense account. Here's a little anecdote:

Little Anecdote

I have prescription medication for asthma. It's awesomely awesome, best drug ever. It's a bit expensive. I had insurance through my last job, that made me pay thirty dollars ($30) for it. But I had no idea how much Rite Aid was charging. I did not care.

Under the Health Savings Account, I buy the medicine. So I looked into it, and Rite Aid charges almost double what Drugstore.com charges. So I switched. That's how Congress did something right with HSA's.

Hey, man, fuck illness, but shit happens.

All this is part of the John's Down program. John's Down with economics of his profession in his epoch, well, sliver, really, of time. And John's Down with Taxes. Because Taxes are Down with John. I am figuring out how Microsoft has exerted so much political power as to have created a socialist Mecca, a tech Worker's State. I get as much paid vacation as a German citizen each year. And all I do in trade is manage uncertainty. Lately I've made remarkable advances in ways I succeed at doing so.

So much of Lately has been transformation into something ambiguous, an unknowable present. In fact I've tried hard for almost a month to recover a possibly mythical "groove" I thought I felt once. It's outside the mainstream, but it whizzes around them. And lately again I feel the "groove" zipping through me, through my fingertips, re-aligning my mindset and connecting the dots without seeing empty space between them. An intuitive cat's cradle of some sort.

I wish to give a shout out to CAROLA AND GEORGE. These two cats are kitty cat-tabulous. Let's give it up for CAROLA AND GEORGE, technical editors, lovers of Word. NOT THE BRAND. NOT THE PROGRAM FROM MICROSOFT. THE Word!


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