Deestroyin th Planet wth Air Travel Whilsst Recalling ths Morninns Corprate Breakfst

[Awgust 22nd 2006]


The people im leaving
are happier now.
Their houses no longer suffer
the same sleepless danger
of wreckage.
At gatherins, there is no mentionof jamesbrown
or his
Hideous Cult Following Of Nazi Extremists,
his support of Vietnam (courtesy of th CIA),
or his endorsement of the fight
between Foreman and Ali.

The subway roll i ate this morning
absently reminds me of my friend
jesus
in his role as Sandwich Artist.
i think of paint
on fake-plastic-cheese
(FUCKING radiohead song)
and feel sick.

i try and think back to
the short summer just spent
and the friends
of various lengths, who shared it
but the plane is pushing forwards
and then,
in the only momentary cessation
of motion,
i can't imagine anything
due to the screaming.

back again egh masochist?