Popular vote,
ignorant hermit-scribbler
proverbs and epigrams and memes.

Scattered in the collective unconscious,
not non conscious consciousness, self
confidence,
feeling fine, in response to the question,
how do you feel, how are we doing today.

fine, well ground, espresso speed, powder
fine ground, steam-pressurized pass,
whoosh, rich man's java, Starbucks,

from the TV show, yeah, maybe,
what TV show, the audience, is only
on average, just past thirty,

so the Space Pilot Starbuck, is, wait,
we can use Ziggy Stardust,
  
For 2024, he can be VP, and…

whatchewmean, ee ain't real,

I saw him in the crowd,
at the Arizona election Trumps supporters
are buying,

Ziggy is real, he'll help us, give us a
selfie with the Pearl of Great Price,
for the land owners trust, show 'em.

The word of God is the word of God,
if an oath taken on it stands up in Hell.

- oh Lord, please don't let me be
- misunderstood.

There's a warrior Robin, I do
not remember, I would, I do
remember lines
from movies,
from long ago, seems, I'm something of a latchkey kid,
first generation with television,
however, with TV allusions, legal as Donne.

and I got Bub, in My Three Sons, old, with all my wits,
and more, older and wiser, I say to my friends, yada,
you know, you know,
that's a burden in itself. All wrapped up for Christmas,
what a gift,
the pain, all worth the whole, total pain involved
in growing old and otherwise, in terms considered
magic,
as magic is an art, to tell a truth once, that
is easy,
twice, not cliché, you know, the cultural humor,
bher with us,
we exist,
voices, in the head, the fullness, si, the godhead,
embodied, did
that happen to you is a different question than
did that not happen to you, you comprehend, you

get
it, getting is, being is, and getting, being gotten, is.

Essential. Al re al ized. Simple enough, not, too,
Sublime,

seems asking too much, a million lines, you read,
this is flowing, funny, dialogos dialectic, neither
mean much dia, means through, piercing, passing

logos is just all we ever think or ask, before we think to.
Lectic, lecture. Elect to ask a friend, I dial my AI,
hey, I wanna be a gazzilionaire,
and your my phoney friend, AL
laughs, misspells itself in untter actual- ize on TV,
people believe, AI Got the answer, feed me
old Jeopardy questions, topped with Melvin Bragg,
and his guests
at BBC 4, In Our Time, the whole trip… with these folks,
and we never knew we knew such things,
gifts to all our children, learn to not have enemies,
really, let them have their hate. We won,
our bits past.

Fini. For now.

And that was live from the Jeopardy Memory Awards,
live from the Del Webb Sun City near you, digitally.

The fee'back, feed me, monstor,
of my own ****** mind,
made up.

Destroy the destructive force of nature,
harness truth, deny the chance,

we all may learn to read, and write,
we all may gain time to spend speaking
often, one with another,
having all things needful, and readiness,

for any weather, as we come to expect,
the low place fills with fallen rain,
freezes and makes for a terrible death,

unless, that's the rush, that's it, that's
what makes us feel, it is possible,
look, I swam, to thin, edge ice,
and stood, ha, am I not
as a Phrygian god who slew the old bull
and fed the hungry who knew to make fire.

the odorless aluminum man pit, in my face...

ah, m'body,
meet m'mind wandering, re
turning from gravity
de-if-icating

****-is-this-ity to now. ifity, if you, we,
have, inhabit, time
to stretch, to live
slowly easy,
no umph,
ah, sigh,
the point of being embodied at all is what,

exactly? Exactly right.
we be
we know
we grow in knowing sequences
- points of light -
of imaginable numbers reasoning words
taken as granted re
ality,

- those are Space-ex's, ignor'em
- those are not natural, yet
we imagine we were,
then this
this very then
this's then that's
mine then yours, see. First me,
then this body in my service, finally finishing

its being, as I lie remembering I remembered
to brush my teeth,
rub aluminum silicates on my arm pit where
my nose is stuck,

ah. no pain. no smell. I think
I broke my neck,
but that was a wrong thought, tested only
for the time taken to think it,
testing times are never wasted, be not

deceived. Received truth can't become untrue.

Cascading, at scale,
eye service,
watching,
int'resting, virtue really,

worth, feel touched,
touched in the head, late onset berdach.

Nah, tubes tied, abortions never needed.
but what, eight billion eaters on a world,
Malthusian Darwinian,
luck of the draw,

live hard, die young.

Too late. I sigh, and make peace
with that one old joke,
I am too old, to be the youngest anything.

Old man nods, say on, we know where it goes…

Thanks be to each.
And every redone dance, right-ual usual

slow to near selah, float
farther from the old choir chanting
"row, row" the ship of state,

state your busy ness, what good do ye?

look who is talking, look at you, good news,
eh, what do you say,
welcome,
enter in.

Smiling Spider Wombed Man, hands you,
a kite string,
you feel the lightning and pause,
gasping, perhaps,
at may being yours to administer, as master.

By leaving certain rights common,
dirt minds may find them left behind
as educations process progressed toward

collectively minded individuals,
pragmatic "***'er'done" team spirited,

broad shouldered men, guardians of story
key verity, verily, verily so.

Three gated mysteries, of course,
magic is but a lost art, for art's sake,

alone, each hermit learns, or lies and
interprets the scene and setting as proof,

see, imagine
this, Xanadu or the court of little blue men,
be cool if cool is need-full
be hot if heat is need-full, see the needs as equal,
each has a mean oppositioned,
on all the othersides, yours, mine, theirs.

We, the living, practically may remember
each aspect of everything we found meaning fully
hot and fully cold.

As a part in an ancient automatic click
to the thermo-coupler,
spark, let'say, a billionth
of the lightning bolt, at scale.

McLuhan could have co-known this, before
I knew it, I was watching Goldie Hawn,
and the forgotten other girl, ask,
"Marshall McLuhan, what'er you doin' down there?"

Fanning the flames, my dears, fanning the flames.

---- at 2:39 one day, in the autumn of 2022,
a raging thirst prompted a deal to trade ice cream
for gator ade, for the electrolytic
little gut critters.

I'm so dry, I
know, I justabout justaboudid all I came to be,
that once,

in those other stories, cameo, me, I imagined that,
Stan Lee, man,
you got me thinking ifery or else otherwise, and be
****** if it did not work.

Hell was never a right idea, it was intended, to keep,
a certain standard,
folk art, or hauteur pop yergnaught

Gold is only good in connecting mind and matter,
we evolved to live with mercurial switches,
flipping fluidly according to tension,
in time with the tune behind your
time
to  make the donuts dream.

Small talk
Symbols interpreted for dreamers,
listen long and learn,
once was nothing and nothing was
unaware
any thing might be as warez, once free
at the idea, no thing was

stage one. Ah.

Did I ever stop a bullet?
Several, none that were fired.
But I stopped a few.
And two separate times, friends
of mine stopped when their fired ones
stopped.

It stands 2 and 2, so far,
homicide and suicide,
some says I can make one side win,

causa sui, I say to me.
I just stopped a bullet.