all the others laughed themselves to death,
The Survivors of the Seventies, never did catch up...
One Laughing Survivor, from the spring of '68
who walked to Chicago, just to see the Field Museum
and verify the earth was rotating, as rumored
I I I ai wished away a truth I lied about
I got saved,
and became a celibate monk,
for about twelve years,
did you ever do that,
you, the ghost of some 27er out on the edge,
wishing you, too, had survived the change,
when being stupid got too hard to maintain,
when being unable to read the esoteric comments
when being ignorant of reigniting reasons used in war
Pride in pulling out a plum
two dozen starlings broken down and baked
in to an if-inity pi with old singles from AM days
driving east on I-40
remembering music stuck in my mind, from ever ago
Just, walk away Renee, I was remembering you,
just the other day, I remembered your sister, too…
and all the Catholic girls who rode bikes,
around the tennis courts and smiled at little boys,
impressed by the ******* beneath the smiles, back when
Past the past, only what I am can ever change,
what I was is fixed, supposed to be,
as it happens when it gets read back on Judgement day,
every word used wrong, as with arrows… shot
into the sky for a warning, did you see it, that night,
ai ai ai, we were stuck in Santa Clara, east of Alameda,
and we had a little bottle of Genuine Orange Sunshine,
the January '70 batch, that mysteriously went with me,
the night the librarian went to jail, hell of a sight, that night,
the only thing a man could do… the right thing,
do you remember that month, that year,
did your world change, or was it just ours, we
the people alienated by grace of ignorance
from the national shame of My Kai, known
to have occurred, while Lt. Calley was possessed,
with a hate for any ****** Lovin' ***** down the road
in old My Lai, and nobody knows why, but the fool did lie
to the truth he could see, man, these are other people, too.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC
all the others laughed themselves to death,
The Survivors of the Seventies, never did catch up...
One Laughing Survivor, from the spring of '68
who walked to Chicago, just to see the Field Museum
and verify the earth was rotating, as rumored
I I I ai wished away a truth I lied about
I got saved,
and became a celibate monk,
for about twelve years,
did you ever do that,
you, the ghost of some 27er out on the edge,
wishing you, too, had survived the change,
when being stupid got too hard to maintain,
when being unable to read the esoteric comments
when being ignorant of reigniting reasons used in war
Pride in pulling out a plum
two dozen starlings broken down and baked
in to an if-inity pi with old singles from AM days
driving east on I-40
remembering music stuck in my mind, from ever ago
Just, walk away Renee, I was remembering you,
just the other day, I remembered your sister, too…
and all the Catholic girls who rode bikes,
around the tennis courts and smiled at little boys,
impressed by the ******* beneath the smiles, back when
Past the past, only what I am can ever change,
what I was is fixed, supposed to be,
as it happens when it gets read back on Judgement day,
every word used wrong, as with arrows… shot
into the sky for a warning, did you see it, that night,
ai ai ai, we were stuck in Santa Clara, east of Alameda,
and we had a little bottle of Genuine Orange Sunshine,
the January '70 batch, that mysteriously went with me,
the night the librarian went to jail, hell of a sight, that night,
the only thing a man could do… the right thing,
do you remember that month, that year,
did your world change, or was it just ours, we
the people alienated by grace of ignorance
from the national shame of My Kai, known
to have occurred, while Lt. Calley was possessed,
with a hate for any ****** Lovin' ***** down the road
in old My Lai, and nobody knows why, but the fool did lie
to the truth he could see, man, these are other people, too.
Dedicated to Dennis Conti, one poor ******* who had to testify, and become an example of the reasons war is a liars game, played for lives... and Haliburton et al got really rich for the past fifty years and more, as we became the witnesses against the believers in Donald Trump, or the other side...
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