blog exhaustion and mass revival
today i feel like this:
"bag the fuckin blog "......
prolly cause its renewal time again
spring for sure at last comes to bean town:
next week the marathon
and today
the sox home opener
i used to go .....
every year
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maybe i'm played out
pooped from my long
nordic style end zone
this endless
winter of discontents
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hey
rain dancin
for klass warfare
to fall
from heaven
apon this goodly
progress partched
bloated tick of an earth of ours
u know
month after month
since my van winkle
political re awakening in 01
was it really
just for
its own sake ?????
fuck now
but
don't that
get to be
a little too much
like
a potato peasant
re hoe-ing his row
of unanswerable prayers
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no that ain't near gettin it right
i'm not tuckered out
not a bit
thats just the usual pink
' poor poor pitiful me '
silly sissy shit
taken stock:
sure i'm bald sore
fat and too far gone
into
hieroglphic loopery
so what
so what if ten times a day
i find myself
saying to my mind :
" jesus ... why am i
repeating that thought ???"
longeurs dope
longeurs
the wages of
seccatura
in side one skull
yes fans
all right here
this morning
on my girl friend's
bloody red dungeon sofa
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chorus :
boo hoo
why oh why
is it me
me me moi
stuck here playing private zero ?????
where's
the star casting ?????
where's
the title shot in the garden
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moving on ....
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maybe
i've just reached
a poised spot
like ole monk-master B's ass
a spot where
all possible
blog topics
seem
so equal a temptation
one can't surface
leaving
the surface of my thoughts
durge like
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arrrr mates
what manner of posts
be it
i can't decide betwixt
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flash back:
naturally in my
reduced condition
i no longer attend sox home openers
but hey bub
it was a must do ritual for years
while
i headed up paine's
we got four
of
the Globe's best seats
each year .....
just cause
we wanted em
big shot stuff eh ??
old school too
none of this glass fronted
sky box shit
not for us
nope
right down front
in the sun SLANT
right there
in the thick of it all
close up and personal
between the beers
and the weeners the mustard ...
we
cast
jaundiced
knowing watery eyes
over
that year's
offering
yes indeed
each opener
we had the same
great seats
one row back from
the third base side
opposition dug out
next
to the seats reserved
for the longest serving
mayor
in Providence's history
a man
as i write this today
still serving
what may well prove
to be
an equally
unprecedented
stretch in the Danbury
federal penetentiary
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there's
nothin quite like
that series
of first of everythings
the first pitch
first strike
first out
first sox crack of the bat ......
first sox hit .....cheer.... boo
run.... homer... deep catch
good stop
close throw out from third ...
all them
many seasons in a row
added up
some fine moments.....
needless to say
here in now city
annual renewals
ain't so unclouded
and bright an affair
for your pinkster
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as that over stuffed
black crow
sez in the poe poem
"..........never more......"
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when i pretend to myself
like this
you know do my best
the actor prepares shit
my best inhalation
is
this handsome old
paine's
queeny interior decorator
that had his
" life was beautiful then ...."
schtick down perfectly
i suck him in
(note the chosen figure )
and drink of him deeply
but you can't linger too long
in that dim dull and heavy scented place
can u ???
got to get ...back to business
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btw
i find it
helps if afterwards
even
as i'm still scuttling
away from
from the forbidden punch bowl
to turn nasty as a pit viper
snap the fuck right out of it
with
a quick
volley of hissing sneering scoffs
at
my obvious
social and intellectual betters
so see below .....
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today's post:
come on
lets
all take a look
at
the sensible competent
out of power
would be guardians
of uncle's
invisible
human rights empire
dba
liberty bell planet
as we join spring in rebirth
are these guardian caste types
these platonic wonders
budding too ?????
no indeed
no no no
in a word
they're
petrified
have been and remain so
for some time now
petrified
petrified
by the very thought
of the next
count cheney / buzz bush production :
another wild
wicked and utterly mad
national
assault and stabbing
target this round
iran
yes the guardians
are
petrified
petrified
be4 the headlines
everywhere they look
headlines
all swagged out
with dire
prefigurations
petrified
be4
the ever rear projected mirage
of the white house's
pending ayatollah grapple
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my response
after much rumination....
"hey please guys
get real here
iran under attack... ???
what a joke
siege yes
even bumping ...
as they call it in the navy
but ....out and out invasion
topples occupations
gforget about it
its looking ... too undo able
even for
the likes of
spotted Dick to fancy
JUST go
ask
the big oil boys
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"attack iran ???
sorry
dill weed
not this time "
sure
the damn caper
would be sweet ...
sweet as candy
just imagine
crude spot prices
crossing the c note line ...
the entire
oil producing center of the earth
plunged into
a never never land
of un ending asymetrical conflict ......
but fuck
unlike you pencil necked geeks
with the advanced degrees
our strong suit
is smelling reality
and todays stench
just
yanks us right back to full attention
"shit its just
too good to be real
right now
why spoil it ????
even if the deal
seems too real to resist
nope
its a no go "
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these big oilers
are sober sorts
guys who think
best while wearing 5k suits
unlike some folks
we all know too well
these fellahs
can say no
to one joy ride too many
at least
when they have to
and this time
maybe they have to
maybe their bankers are telling em
" ...nope not now ...
we gotta deal with
uncle's trade sink hole first..."
"getting paid properly
keepin the credit train
running on time
that comes up foremost now don't it ..."
" be4 anything else ....
we gotta get both arms around
this no end in sight mare's nest
out of washington and main street ..."
as in croak this shit stream
of
" here's a another
dollar bill for ya
pal 'o mine ..."
"shit this current
trans pacific
credit a go go con
could boomerang like holy hell "
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you get the idea mister high IQ ????
well even
a fuckin little
mean street freak like me gets it
your basic
corner office types
are wonderin
right about now
where their financial ass
will be located three years from now
" jesus
keep this up too long
resist the burden shift too long
and
don't this scam get toppled
right down on our fuckin heads "
"time to transfer the load
onto the john q's "
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and so
u see
my 'umble most
brothers and sisters
time's aren't ripe for
any further large scale
daring due
armed sand trap adventures
a few clintonianoid cruise missiles and such
.....sure maybe
why the fuck not
but big shit ...nope nope nope
and don't it
just go to show u
"there's goodness comes out
the far end
of the baddest of things "
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ps
exstended read:
sure enough
its ultimately
the uncertainty
that has
really neutralized
any idea of an iran gig .....
the trans nats
are at a serious
fork in the road
hence
the stagnation rate of
real investment
outside few local hot spots
they themselves produced
the present trillion bills worth
of need
need that is
for uncle to play
massive trinket buyer
of last resort
while japan farts
and old europe
compacts its jobbery some more
nit wit take:
" globally
market wise speaking
times are not robust
despite emerging portfolio puffery "
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then again
maybe passing on a full force
iran assault
this time
makes it a necessary invention
for next time
who the fuck knows
after all
we can't tell
who's balls
we are gonna find
actually on the choppin block
under all that paper work
no one can tell u today
who's faces are attatched
to the nasty shameful fates
lurking already signed and sealed
under
that light year's length
of
knotted and reknotted promises
to pay
fuck
its one great big
hellish financial briary out there
sure maybe
if you examine
each thread alone by itself
most of em
would still
seem
shrewdly intended acts
but hook em up all together
jumbled and snaredlike they are
feeding into and out of each others troughs
their unintended "design"
makes for a fearsome reckoning
doom awaits many not just the foolish few
i say
let no man dare belittle that fact
and until it all comes a cropper
just exactly
who 's links
in this vast collapsed cob wed
will snap first ???
again who in hell knows
as surely as
this paper chain of "trust mes"
will rip apart someday somewhere
who will be first
is any ones
and dumb and dumber type guess
fuck it all
when it comes down to it
who really knows a damn thing here
thats the beauty of a market world.....eh ???
nope
neither the "who" of it
nor the "when"
and
let me tell ya pard
as a dried up case
of past road kill
myself
the slam dunker
when she comes
comes at you so fast and so easy
you'll blink like a cow
so get ready for the kill line ....
" hey pops....
i'm callin' ya
so
show me what the fuck yer holdin' "
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and yet
enjoy year day
cause
for sure
right up until that final moment
any way it goes down
the wheels will keep right on rollin
the globe right on twistin
from sun to shadow and back again
the milk bottles will be ready to empty
each morning
and
each evening at eight
the stage lights will blaze on cue
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coda:
oh lord
dearest lord
when cometh
your lynch mod
to my rich neighbor's door
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ps not all is hollow here
in mudville
take yesterday :
accordin to the kops
about 10 k worth
of un doc-ed latinos
and their amigos
marched slowly and limberly
past my shop door
file after raggedy file
with a nice patch and pepper
dignity
needless to say
i went outside and drank in
the swurling adagio
of their scuffly tramp
caused
a great swelling inside indeed
that ever onward beat
of 20 thousand
rounded
but still high steppin soles
yes indeed indeed
the muffled
drums of struggle
can make even a heavy heart
grow fond
Posted by pinky at April 12, 2006 07:42 AM