Our Party

The local scene is the epicenter of the edge of the thing.  My county over country approach is now active and in constant alert status.  To spit in the face of 800 citizens and vote 7-0 the other way is a blaring horn.  A certain gesture in a double gesturing manner to the citizens of my great town.  And the predictable double gesturing from the citizens back to the city council, produced a recall petition to sign.

The mayor, a man of little words and smaller ethics, seems befuddled.  The former mayor, full of unfiltered bullshit and goofy glares, seeths at the inquiries.    This house of cards seems flimsy, brokers and builders and busted budgets.  Ramifications are only ramifications 'til the assaults go down, then it's retaliation.  The goons are out, it's a public fight. 

Here comes the chaos, the light, the sledgehammers.  Been happening since time was known, especially when the industrial age hit.  Bandits and robbers, fraudsters and slicksters, interlopers and the weak within.  This is the opposite of peace.  This is our party.

Simple Day

 

This simple day.  Blood pressure spot on, coffee came like I like.  No back ache today, no indigestion, no weird tooth thing or eyeball twitch.  Both feet painless and flexible, both hands gripping tight, no tendon issue or thumb jam.  Spine basically straight.

And the air, the refrigerated air, streaming strong inside through ducts and vents.  Fans swirl the cold throughout.  Essential technologies of last century.  Television is off, as usual, music hits so much better in the morning.  Without the stress and worry, with some truth and telecaster solos.

And the cancers stayed away another day, not everyone is as fortunate.  No scans for me, no regular check ups, we'll wait for the blood to appear, or some collapse or cardiac event.  Been down that road, always made it back.  So far.  Enjoy the simple days, complications ahead.

Pot Hole

 

To use as a prop, like rodeo clowns, like duck decoys, like shiny objects, like a lock box from the 90s.  Fooling the ignorant people with nothing to lose.  They've never been there, they don't plan on going, the ignorant people have other things, less significant things, to whine about.  We don't want whiners anyway, they have no impact on society.  We want the mockers, out of their heads, into their hearts, finding their guts, bleeding and beat up.

Mind your own business, get water to the population, do some schooling, fill a pot hole.  Your progress is giving me stress.  Untouched, the way we enjoy it.  Remote, the way we like it.  Leave it as you found it, litter is unacceptable.

The chants won't stop, the ridiculous conventions, and parties resembling shit shows.  Like that Jaffe tune.  Glad I'm on the record, but it's a small gesture, nothing will stop the ruin.  Like all empires on Earth are ruined.  Weak officials did this--Blue, Red, and Otherwise.