el dia de hoy

cuantos dias

contando los dias y

hablando un poco mas

despacio y quizas con

un poco mas de

inteligencia...pero lo

dudo...

she asked me so succintly about the shirt. i've only wore it twice. and still im not so set on never wearing it again. not only not so set. i plan to wear it tomorrow. on the plane. i plan to drink coffee. the diedrichs dark of the day. whatever that may be. con chingos of sugar. i plan to buy the times and look as if i care about baghdad. truth is baghdad's become boring. even bland. perhaps just mundane. i plan to visit the body shop. and buy nothing. just use up all the damn testers and smell like brazilian coconut and bali mangoes with a twist of satsuma spice. taking lessons on tactfulness is not something she's good at. the shirt's going to smell and feel so good...

aparte de dudarle la

verdad

es que de ninguna

manera

lo creo ni lo veo

como algo que

posiblemente pudiera

ser

verdad o realidad

puras pocas pinches

mentiras

and no matter how succintly she attempts to speak. the semi--o casi semi-- colons she employs are no more discreet than the satsuma spice and bali mangoes on my cheap ol self and cheap ol shirt. and the commas she fails to mind seem to give her ways away...

im not so set on not wearing it again. in fact, im wearing it tomorrow to watch cnn at bush airport...read the times and drink the diedrich's dark of the day. whatever that may be...

turkey trembles

rally the masses in turkey. against the evils of terrorism.

a damn good america(n).

first it was willie, and now, along with studs terkel and many others, one more damn good american endorses kucinich. and he does it so beautifully and so good in both english and spanish.

yet im strapped. straitjackets and pinballs. i seemed to not have had trouble voting green the last two presidential elections but now. now, i feel that i should be more practical and vote realistically and strategically. i want to win. i want bush to be beat. badly.

i feel disillusioned. why give my energy to a candidate i know won't win. won't win the primary. much less the presidential election. these factors never phased me just a few years ago.

am i getting older and wiser. or just blander and more boring. sedated and seduced by the lies, comforts and conveniences of a freeamerica.

meanwhile i keep trying to learn to sit. softly and slowly. and its so fucking frustrating. i may be getting older but not less restless.

bombs fall. terrorists terrorize. and communists and drug wars are things of the past. at least for the moment.

i hesitate. to call her and find myself rejected.

i resist. to step forward and say what only moments ago i seemed to understand so

clearly. or at least not vaguely. kucinich won't win. that's clear. but willie isn't bad company and really,

what more is there that's good but company thats not bad. or at least not bland or boring. not sedated or seduced.

if you find some of 'em people. stay close.

educate

the us ranked third from last in educating it's countries poor. the netherlands ranked first. the netherlands, like france, opposed the war in iraq and find themselves at odds with this great nation.

bush visits england. unlike clinton he will not be greeted by handshakes in trafalgar square. i used to have no respect for clinton. until bush. bush makes clinton shine.

today, god smiles. and gays may marry freeLy in boston. although the rest of this free country seems wary...or seemingly so.

on this day

On Nov. 17, 1973, President Nixon told an Associated Press managing editors meeting in Orlando, Fla., that "people have got to know whether or not their president is a crook. Well, I'm not a crook."

plan b

birds sing. colombia cries. gay boys gasp.

sadam speaks. cheney cringes. america spirals.

big brothers sing ballads about sad soldiers in distant lands

boys wanting to be men and girls wanting to be boys or is

it something so other than that for that is what she told me
or attempted to communicate or so i heard...but maybe i

did not get it. the message. was it sad sisters sitting by the
window in a

pose that speaks of days gone by or is it by-gone days or

something so seemingly close. something so seemingly sane.

and now it's time for

plan b. what was plan a?

o that's right. being greeted as liberators.

transferring power

the resistance seems to be building momentum...or something of the sort...or,at least, something so seemingly close...

while hummers and traffic congestion roam the streets of america...

iraq ponders its future...whatever iraq, whatever it and/or whatever future may mean exactly is so open to debate, discussion, dialogue...even bids, especially bids...and unless you can bid higher than halliburton don't waste your time trying...actually, it doesn't matter if you can bid higher than halliburton, really. you won't be able to bid higher than halliburton. just won't.

of friends and foes

walking softly and gently in this world isnt a matter of wisdom. necessarily.

the bushites and the canaanites aren't the same group, i've recently discovered.

in other worlds,

the us, or should i say halliburton and the crony companies sucking taxpayer billions, are on the offensive.

blinded bushites seek some kind of atonement at the altar of so called democracies and freedoms. freedoms of high interest rates and high insurance premiums. freedoms of traffic congestion and air pollution. freedoms. illusory freedoms are the worst kind of slavery i once was told.

we wont be intimidated

bush decides to speed up iraqi power handover based partially, but not admittedly, on bremer's surprise visit...

but we wont be intimidated...no sir...and berlusconi says italy wont be deterred by the blast that killed at least eighteen italians...

bush and berlusconi...

sleeping side by side...

reading bedtime stories to each other...

esos dias de ayer

time isn't kind. despite the polls, the nasdaq or the surge in hummer consumption.

time and televisions tell a tale. i now seem privy to. if not completely sold. or should i say bought.

an uncle i once knew had a distant cousin on the other side of the family who had a greedy friend who complained that televisions actually tell too many tales. and this seemed to really stress him out. my uncle's cousin worried incessantly for him.

in other worlds,

the cia reports that iraqis want america out and are increasingly siding with the resistance. it now has a name and its gaining popular support. the bushites, however, continue to be blinded blissfully by the freedoms of traffic congestion and tall tales on one too many televisions, including mine.