the wolf is at the door  

lustmirror 63M
2666 posts
6/14/2006 4:52 pm

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10/3/2006 9:02 am

the wolf is at the door

Hey Sis?
Mom and Dad are pissed...
they're takin' away all the good stuff,
and gettin' really mean
about any mistakes...
Feels more like a foster home...
think maybe I'll split...

The news is tightening my chest
little things, little laws,
that are forming ( to me )
a pattern...
All the borders are hot...
the draft is up for vote,
again...
PBS and NPR are on the
house floor,
as outtakes...
again...
statewide police are
armed with assault rifles...
internet home schooling
starts next year...
bird flu's coming...
be prepared (stock up)
to duck and cover...(head down)
for...
( ahem, howwwwwwwww long??? )

I feel like...

we all chipped in,
gave our money to the 'biker'
to go buy booze.
and he comes back with cases of 'Ripple'
and tells us
'Like it, or lump it'
'cause he's big
so... potentially dangerous...
and we...
well, we're just hippie punks...
and we had better be grateful...( or dead )
Oh...
and there's no change...
and only
He
got cigarettes ( a carton )

Man...this is just like
the orphanage...

Should we do this
AGAIN?

If you were paranoid,
a conspiracy theorist,
a chicken little...
how would YOU get out
when the box closes?

With technology like it is,
anyone on the move
would be like...
...an Indian
in the Wild Wild West...

cameras on the highways...
face recognition programs
digesting the crowds in stadiums,
airports, and train stations...
The new blimp, ( Lockheed )
that's gonna float twelve miles up
loaded with solar powered gear
pointing down...
(Man, how many tickets a month
we gotta give,
to pay
for THIS puppy? )
Where is there enough
'road least traveled by'
to allow one to be free...
and left
alone?

A while back
I saw
where a group of wealthy
were trying to buy
enough connected lands,
North to South,
to protect the migration
of wild species...
...allow it to continue...
as a herd.
Harrison Ford
was the 'face' for that mission.
but I'm not sure how the plan
is coming along.

... not long ago...
A deer wandered up
from the river,
the two blocks
from the Mississippi,
across Broadway
and found itself amid
Industrialization.
Warehouses, hot sun, concrete, glass...
eighteen wheelers
blarin' air horns...

By the time we saw him
his heart must have been pumping
eternity...
kingdom come...
Vehicles, and barren openness,
approaching creatures...
shadows...but no shade.
Wherever all his yesterdays took him,
...today
was going to be different.

Phone calls to the police
to animal protection
to 911...

a dozen standers-by...

But
you can't convince
a hyper,
larger,
fear stricken entity,
without language,
....with nothing in common...
that it can no longer
be
what it has always ...
been,

oh...
and going back???
is not an option...

In the Name
of Progress,
they put him down...

like the buffalo...
like the Indian...
like the small farm...
like the mom and pop's...
like the ultimate individual,the Super Hero...
the ego...

like Kennedy,
like King
like Kennedy ...
again...

like American dreams...
put down
put down
put down

and without
Him...
we have...

eminent domain
and Enron...
encroaching...

Starbuck's and WalMart...
and nothin' in between...

we got blind faith,
and blinder ambition,

we got double dip incomes
and two job poverty...

we got split tongue newsmen
and single minded zealots...
video news releases
that pay their way to them, to you...
but are invisible to you...

glad handing pitchmen
selling slugs for gold...

a sky full of heavy metals
and a sea full of woe...
nucular waste
made into bullets
and delivered
offshore

A shrinking Army
but growing properties
...for refineries
...for containment...
...for law and order...
........................ martial law
...and ..................New World order

when did government property
not
belong to us?

and the new kids on the block
the real
Middle Class
the ones THEY can't stop thinkin about?????????????????
they don't live 'round here...
they're in China
and India
and they're SPENDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yet somebody
somewhere
sees it all
as good...

do you?

you can't make it
you can't afford it

do you?

you can't spell it
you can't even remember it...

do you?

...it's taste...
...it's smell
...it's color....??????????????????????????????????????

it's a kind of a...
soylent green..........................................

Whose trophy will YOU be?

for some young adventurian...

the mood is....apocolyptic...kinda minty...no?


moonfire2u 69F
2602 posts
6/15/2006 3:48 pm

Wow!! You are an amazing writer...conveyor of thoughts...sad about the deer...sad about too much of what you say...saddest part of all it is true...

kind thoughts,
Moonfire


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