Tuesday, January 5, 2016
God of Facebook: My Reader reading
my will be done: stories, comments
oracular observations, complaints,
whimsy and wit—worship, hearing
my witness, testimony. reading my
mind on earth as it is in heaven.
Prayer for all to see. Crows flying south.
Rocky Balboa and Donald Trump are
Siamese twins—stalwart body sluggers
& meat slammers, modest underdogs
with a chance at the title. “Don’t ever
give up; don’t ever give up .” I heard
Donald declare years ago describing
factors in his success.
I’ve seen him crack 5 raw eggs in
a tumbler and drink it down before
running the streets of New York City
—breaking thumbs to ensurepay-back .
“Yo, Melania: know what I mean?”
Articulate—flaying the beast with a
maximum of blood and gristle. Pugilist.
Storks Bring Them
Satisfying as working out “Cripple Creek”
on a 5-string banjo finally for the first
time plinkkety plunk in the bathroom,
no body to hear it but towels and tiles;
immediate gratification. Hedonism.
Posting some smart-ass mean-spirited
observation on Face Book and it
disappears in 10 seconds, likes or no likes
make no never mind-set: yearning’s the
destination. Making out.
People are more important than ideas,
my old man advised me and he’s right
but I prefer ideas—wings on doves,