Yeah I’m writing here in just a top
washed by the foot of my bed
watching Mel lick herself outside.
It’s a wonderful breeze here at home
Your feet touch the floor
And it’s opened the window
Vonnegut used to write in the mornings,
with a Pall Mall and cup of coffee;
but i’ve kicked such vices.
…these morning ablutions are all part of the dance..
& I need to write.
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where was i.
…..It’s hard to write about space. It is,- it’s a thing I proclaim to love? And yet, here I am struggling so much?
…..I mean, alright it’s not literature. It’s not Joyce or Shakespeare. But you can’t even have fun like Adams?
…..I guess it’s different though. Vonnegut must have never really believed himself capable to some day get up there. Adams grew up in the Shadow of Sputnik, not Columbia.
I’m sitting here nude by the side of the bed, on the absolute cusp of space exploration;
and it’s driving me mad.
Doesn’t it drive you bonkers?
Aren’t you feeling insane?
That we can’t feed an island nation right now
but want to wage nuclear war
and give tax cuts to the rich?
It’s not even that, it’s that this country
thinks it deserves a tax cut.
What have you done for yourself lately?
All of us. What have you done for us?
Did you know if the minimum wage had followed the rate of growth the earnings of the top 1% enjoyed from 80’s (Reagan) on, had remained in formation with it, instead of collapsing and stagnating all across the land-
Had our minimum wage maintained it’s right against the corporate top tax rate
we’d be at 21.38.
Yeah, I keep thinking of her-
great big black beautiful space;
Yeah can’t you forgive a guy
for feeling tongue tied?
It’s so much more real now, isn’t it?
We could pluck that fruit
We could indulge.
Give ourselves Trump Hotels in space;;;
Low Orbital Gonorrhea.
Yeah but you still alright messing with him, right?
Like you still cool with him in charge.
Hey Freedom Caucus,
Hey Red Voting Bloc
You ever read Dante’s Inferno?
No I’ll leave you with a happy thought.
I’ll leave you with a peace of myself.
I’ll leave you letting you know
It’s nice today, in Space City.
The sky is a vibrant blue, with a slow dip in saturation
to the East.
It’s 70° out.
Man is it lovely
with the bay winds stroking all the treetops.
Coursing through the suburbs foliage.
I hope you can find your quiet too.