I OWN THE WORLD

I covet nothing...that is my special gift...
I covet nothing...because...I own the world... I curate
my world...
Every day...in my own way
My eyes see the beauty...that is in play
The Earth is the Earth...and has always been this way... We are
imperfect animals...and always were...
Now even the worst amongst us...doesn’t even cause...a stir... I own
the wars...the bombs and the pain...
The smell of Cordite as the bullets reign... I own
the famines...
The droughts...the disease
Send us just $18 a month...if you please...
I even own the pratfalls of the leaders of this Earth... All the
fragile egos of the silly little boys...
Owning the world I curate my world every day... I covet
nothing...I own it all...
Central Park is mine...
So is ‘The Church of Saint John the Divine!’
Fifth Avenue...and Madison too...I am on them...all the time I stroll
through the galleries of the ‘MET’
I stop in front of ‘Philip de Montebello’s’...
Ancestors’ ‘Empire Chest’...
I own ‘THAT’ chest...
The ‘Ormolu’...it is absolutely...the best!
I take my time climbing the stairs...they too are mine...
Perseus...holding the ‘Gorgon’s’ head high...
You can feel the last squirms...of the snakes...as they die...
I make my way to the gallery...‘Jacques-Louis David’...confronts me... The epic
‘Antoine Laurent de Lavoisier and his wife’...immortalized... I regard...
This is mine...I own this too...as my eyes digest... The
beauty and the detail of every brush stroke...
A genius Aristo...who predicted silicone...named Oxygen...
Carbon...and Hydrogen...
This was not one...of the ‘ORDINARY FOLK’... The
French Revolution was bustling along... Which only
reminds me of ‘our mess’...
And all its ‘wrongs’...
Lavoisier’s crime... “SAPERE,
AUDE!”...
He “DARED TO KNOW!”...
The ‘CRIME’ of the
‘ENLIGHTENMENT!’ ‘COGITO
ERGO SUM’...
I THINK...THEREFORE...I AM...
Guilty as charged...“I own that shit too!”... Aloft in
the “TUMBREL”...
With no one to...woo...
On to ‘REVOLUTION SQUARE’...was there nothing... Anyone
could do...
Is there no ‘SYDNEY CARTON’ in this generation...?
Obviously...not! ‘GUILLOTINE’...awful...apparatus...
LAVOISIER lost his head… Because
of his status...
They took his head...but not his
‘Burgeoning brain’...
Lavoisier...left us his intellect...to be...exact... All these
generations later...still intact...
The whole ‘9 yards’ of history...has its repeats... And yet
we learn nothing from all our defeats...
Little glitches...here and there...in the ‘WEAVE’ of our evolution... How is
it...that in all this time...we haven’t found a solution...
I own the world...I own this too...
I own the beauty...I own the ugly...I own the history...I own the fury... I own
the future...
If we are lucky to have one... I own it
all!
I stand in front of
The magnificent “WINGED VICTORY!”
Tears...streaming down my face...
So happy to be part of the human race...
Life is like ‘Groundhog Day’...you wake up every morning
And hope...the day will end in a different way...
Not is the usual...dismay... History
teaches...
And yet we don’t learn...the liars and the deniers...just want To turn
the page...
Hitler exclaimed...
“WHO REMEMBERS THE ARMENIAN HOLOCAUST!?”
INDEED...I DO!!!
SOON...it may very well be the same...

WHAT'S GOING ON

Colliding minds...ideas...revisions...
Inconclusive...conclusions...
Degradation...fabrication...
Revulsion...
Impunity...immunity...‘hoist on our own petard’... We are
the authors of our own ‘demise’
Pruitt will make sure that it is not ‘otherwise’... ‘Captain of
Industry...am I’...
All we could do...is sigh...why...
Bloviator...fornicator...liar and cheat... Big
‘motherfucker’...always in heat...
You can’t fix stupid...don’t even try!
All we can do is sigh...why?

THE SEA

I feel the need…
To go down to the sea…
And breathe the brine air...deep Have it
purify my lungs…
With each fresh breath...
We come from the ‘Soup of the sea’... We go
back…
To be reminded...
To capture…the exquisite moment…of our beginning... The
randomness of it all…
The perfection...of the alignment...of ‘muck’... That was
necessary…for our creation… ‘Soup’s on!’
‘Is it soup...yet?!
Bit by bit…bacteria…would collide with bacteria…
Somehow stick…create something new… Chimera...
Symbiotic…
Efficient...
Aggregate…and aggregate... Would
they...
Sticking...sticking…heaving…heaving...
Cleaving...cleaving...
Mitochondria—came into the mix…
Which was the biggest fix...
It made us the beings…that...could...
The beings that would…come to realize… What we
were...
Was one ‘huge’...
Microbiome...
Mitochondria…only passed down by the female…
I need to go down to the sea again...skip through the water and sand… Feel the
salt ‘squinch’...
As it dries on my skin…
It’s a different sea today...
We have managed to soil ourselves…our planet…our waters... Flesh
eating bacteria…is the gift of the sea today…
It seems what made us…
Consumes us…
Full circle...to our own demise… ‘Soup’s
on’...
‘Is it soup...yet?!
I ‘STILL’...
Feel the need...to go down...to the sea... To
purify...me...

TRUMP RANT

We voted for a President and not a Russian Czar... You’re
just a Putin ‘Wannabee’...
Something you could never be Cuz you
were never in the KGB! You want to be
an Oligarch
And have the Kremlin’s golden doors...
So why do you have to have someone else paying off your whores?
You want to go to places...where no one else can park... We know
you’re just a little boy...afraid of the dark...
You used to have the power to be silly...and amuse! Now it’s
only...who’s next...can I abuse?
Keep this up Mr. President...
And sooner than you think there will be an election... And you
will heartily
LOSE!

SWAMP CREATURES

I’ve never been attracted to The Wall Street types... ‘THOSE
MASTERS/MONSTERS OF THE UNIVERSE'
Those who just move money around...and give you all the hype... They
manage and they weasel...you know the type...
They manage and they weasel...take theirs off the top... There’s a
tournament in Basel…’think I’ll take a little hop... ‘Not on my own
dime’...
‘What you think is yours...is...actually mine’... Fraudster after
fraudster...and none of them do time...
And now we have ‘THE FRAUDSTER KING’, THE ‘PRETENDER’
To the throne
The ‘SWAMPY CRONIES’
Who fleece America
RED...will never feel alone...
‘THE INSULTER AND CHIEF’...can dish it but can’t take it...
HUCKABEE AND CONWAY...
All they do is fake it
It’s not OK...for future generations...
To get comfy with POTUS’ machinations... ‘Bad
behavior’ trickles down...
And ‘cripples many nations’ Super
white...Alt right... ‘Ugly as
homemade sin’...
Everyone in Deliverance... Was each
other’s...kin... ‘Reinigen Blut’...‘Puras
Blut’
Can make a ‘Hemophiliac’...‘maniac’... But not
a...‘brainiac’...
The purity that you seek...can be found in ‘Ivory Snow’... We’ve all
been touched by the ‘MUTT BRUSH!’...
I’m sure you’re glad to know...
Let’s just make the best of it...there’s nowhere for you to go... We
aren’t just a ‘MELTING POT’, we are ‘EINTOPF!’
Time to taste the flavors...of our ‘Goulash Paprikash’
Embrace the whole...and let your nostrils fill...with the savory taste...
Of Bangladesh...! ‘GUTEN
APATIT!’

CONESTOGA

We were a
‘CONESTOGA’
Circle...of...ONE...
Two...‘SAPIOSEXUALS’
Two...‘CONJOINED...TWINS’
Living in the land of ‘STUPID’...
‘CASTIGATED’...for not believing In...
‘JONAH’ and the ‘WHALE’...
‘SHUNNED’...for our...
‘IRREVERENCE’...
Our ‘BELIEF’...in
“Science”...
Our ‘belief’...in...
‘EVOLUTION’...
Our ‘ATHEISM’...
There is...no...
‘FLOURISH’...of...
‘MIND’...only... ‘ABJECT’...
‘MINDLESSNESS’... ‘YOU
CAN’T’...’FIX’... ‘STUPID!’...
‘NEVER’...‘COULD’...
‘NEVER’...‘DID’...
‘YOU CAN’T’...‘FIX’...
‘STUPID’...‘STUPID!’
TRUMP...swooped in...and snatched victory... From the
jaws of defeat...
We must...insure...
Trump...snatches defeat...from the jaws of victory...

PRESENT SHOCK

How quickly our ‘future’ Becomes
our ‘present!’
We lived through the neon iterations of Alvin Toffler’s
‘FUTURE SHOCK’...
Here we are damn smack in the middle of it...
Toffler...the Cassandra of the 70’s was unfortunately right on...
Where are the William Buckley’s...the Adalai Stevenson’s...the men Who did not
define themselves...by their billions...who did not have the Need to gorge
themselves for more...
When is enough, enough?
When is more than enough, enough...?
When ‘mine is bigger than yours’ is the silliness that is pursued by grown Adult
children pressing on...to make more...enough...
Where is the man...whose cronies are serious legislators
Entitlements...are only for the entitled...
Where is the ‘rudder’ of our nation...not the ‘rude-er’

TO HAVE AND TO HOLD AND TWO HAD

In the grace of our embrace... Face to
face...in our gratitude...
Blessings...blessings...and more blessings! You are
my muse...and I am yours!
A cosmic shift must have occurred to make Albert Einstein your hero... A cosmic
shift occurred...it made Emilie Du Chatalet my heroine...
How extraordinarily bizarre...that Einstein could not have done his work... Had it
not been for Emilie...HA!
Thank you NOVA!
‘WE ARE “UNCROSSED STAR” LOVERS!’
We are twin explorers of our world...political creatures...pundits...
Powerless to affect a change...
Prisoners of our rage...at our world in its disarray...
And the ensuing tragedy of the worst thing to have happened in our lifetime... “TRUMP
AND HIS...ISM!”
In our heart of hearts we trust...
That knowledge and truth will triumph over ignorance...
Intellectual laziness...
And the overt disregard for our planet and its inhabitants...!

Have I told you yet this morning how much I love you?