to consider where we are in this low-moulded clamp

there are no red clay walls in the hot afternoon nor are there
blue rivers moving under emerald tree leaves, there are no
monoplanes        propellor blades        spinning the sun        there’s
no hard chill in the black diamond nights        there are no fires
tended by men with flat bellies        whose voices are low music;
the sound of horses hooves on the cobbled streets        are only
an old movie
there are no goldfish in the bowl        there are no real flowers
in the bowl        there are no stories told to children by old men
with beautiful white beards        there are no boxing matches of
30 rounds or more        in temperatures of 110 degrees

there is no flashing of the female ankle.

there are no Indian Head pennies.

the hitchhikers are murdered.

nobody walks the streets singly after 12
a.m.

movie theatres have shrunk to drawing
rooms.

water is a suspicious drink.

modern painting is flattened and
heartless.

the streets of the land are filled with the starving and the mad and
those who believed in the corporate
structure.

the oceans roar with filth.

the sky        as it once was known        is gone.

the tv sets flash ads:     PHONE THIS NUMBER IF YOU ARE LONELY        PHONE
THIS NUMBER IF YOU WANT TO TALK TO ANYBODY        PHONE THIS NUMBER IF YOU
WANT TO TELL SOMEBODY YOUR PROBLEMS        PHONE THIS NUMBER IF YOU WANT TO
HEAR SOMEBODY’S PROBLEMS        WANT TO HEAR A VOICE?        PHONE THIS NUMBER

credit cards accepted.

now        the children        no longer        walk to school and back.

the Santa Clauses in the department stores are thin and
do not        laugh.

some day God is dead some say God is sick some say God is
senile some say God is all right some say God was never
there

some don’t know what to say.

our leaders now look the way the janitor used to
look.

a professional football player who graduated from college
was later found unable to        read        or write.

if you say hello to your neighbor        he will think that
you are        crazy.

you can no longer hear the crickets on a quiet night
doctors no longer make house calls
no more milk bottles in the early morning chill
no more deliveries of bread and cakes and rolls
no more vegetables truck
no more fish trucks
no more children playing after nightfall
no more good wars.

just millionaire baseball players        just boxers who
make 15 million for 9 or 12 minutes work
just hospitals with their Emergency doors shut
just 40 million dollar movies with actors who
can’t act        and        directors who should be
delivering telegrams or        cleaning
chimneys.

no more elevator operators        no more locomotives as
beautiful steel thunder        no more steel mills
filled with big men        and molten        fire.

now no place to get a simple haircut.

now no father to believe in        no mother who can sew a
button        on.

no tigers
no forests
no fearless        men.

addled bankers        untrained mechanics        bridges that fall        planes that
break in the        sky        billion dollar defense craft that can’t
fly.

tasteless beer.

no more owls in the trees.

the buffalo are hidden.

the message to Garcia was never
delivered.

song copies song        book copies book        life copies
death.

1984 was nothing        1990 is nothing        2000 will be a
number.

drugs embalm us.

to walk a city street is to see hell
early.

the family is an apparition.

and the poets        as Nietzsche said        lie too much.

and all men are not created        equal

and slavery was never abolished        it was        extended.

and there’s nothing to be done        said the mugwump to the
slithy trove        there’s simply nothing        to be done.

allow us this moment        count ten and begin again        one two
three four        your brothers eats his boogers        your mother is a
whore        five six seven eight        don’t think        masturbate
nine ten        then do it again        one two        once more
there is no end        except        right
here.