people everywhere walking, riding bicycles, buses, subways, restaurants – all talking on cell phones. camping, we saw a cell fone lady ride by on her horse. some say cell fone radiation causes brain cancer, kills brain cells – good… help our over-population problem – the cell fone zombies will be the first to go to make room for us luddites.
cell fone radiation may also be one of the causes killing off our be bumble bees. when there’re no more bee hives, we’ll be forced to give herds of the brain-damaged cell fone dwellers q-tips, send them en masse out into the fields to pollinate our food stock flowers.
other candidates for thinning the herd are the i-pod ear piece wearers. it may be nice to have your own private movie soundtrack, but it’s even nicer to be able to hear what’s sneaking up behind you. when reality turns and begins to rend, it’ll be the screams of the slow folk whose minds are on cell fones & i-pods who’ll be eaten first that will give the rest of us a chance to run away.
it’s been a running rat maze daze past two days:
last night for $15 US, we subwayed to posted open mic poetry venue that no longer existed.
today for $14 US, we subwayed to buy a digital camera on sale for $198 US – when we got there, they said it was really $300. went to major bookstore to buy neil gaiman’s American Gods to reread, and they had every gaiman book except that one. tried to buy a new hat so i wouldn’t look so much like a frigging sea captain in my old korean proletariat hat – no hats either… found the right style, but in wrong color, wrong pattern, wrong density.
so no poetry no camera no book no hat took two days, five hours, $29, and miles of hoofing. a bargain in anybody’s book. did get some good fotos, some sunshine too – and we got to where we wanted to go both times – even though where we went didn’t exist anymore.
i dash at dots but make no connection, worship unrewarded at the alter of efficiency.
except for the electricity of reciting 2 poems at the delinquent publication party, london and i’ve not yet meshed this trip. probably my fault. we’re drained – 13th of 14 months world travel sees us near empty. lady is even having trouble creating art – which she never has before. fortunately we have two featured and one open mic poetry readings coming up which should recharge and refocus us.
in 8 weeks we head back to what was once home. looks like we’ll be getting back to the usa just in time to see cheney-bush call off the next elections. only in amerikkka.
Lite Verse
We come from light
We go to light
But what a heavy in between
