Still Thirsty

until the days of famine are undone

and the salmon are jumping for everyone

and the follow the leader instinct in the DNA is no longer inflamed,

the heavy betting is still on the boots on the ground,

put there by the selectively pious who will not deny themselves.

And you can bet that things will get out of hand

and someone will end up feeling rotten

and many Janeys and Johnnys will never walk home in the moonlight again,

and many homes will be blown to rubble by artillery and rockets, and rezoned, so they can build a factory and plug it into a socket.

And you can bet it'll all end like Alexander hanging his hand out of his coffin.

His funeral prayer scans through history every morning.

And you can depend upon the grifters, with well rounded educations,

to sift the science that has communicated through the senses since the beginning of nature.

Their minds are plastic , with sparks fantastic.

They take many forms to fix the economy to fantasies that scream.

They're in a war to win over believers, and make waves they  can invest in.

They have thought things through, and if you buy into it, provide access to easy pleasures with consistent returns.

They claim it counter balances the stresses of the body politic backfiring.

They emphasis the benefits and are by your side to resupply you.

They are sly and

to get things straight use a lot of pliers.

Although things look normal something doesn't seem real.

I sense a simulacrum where once there was fear of a God dishing out the law for some , and awe for others.

The scheme is to dream wash what comes standard with a brain.

The overseers crack their MBAs to help you dot your i's and bear your crosses.

The coin tossers track the odds of someone deferring their obligations.

They give instructions on how to balance the pain of the ball and chain with the call of the saviors.

They have a compulsive desire to lock things up.

They knock over anything that wobbles

and put it in a database that gobbles it up.

You can see the results at the Friday luncheon and hear the words between the munches.

This information is utilized to keep societies from experiencing the disruptions that could trigger a long overdue process.

They let it be known to anyone who's dared to take the pledge--- to ease off that look of fright ,

that they are capable of even more severe measures,

in which they take great pleasure.

The other night after watching a documentary,

I said a prayer to String Theory

I'd been looking to check out a parallel world

to get some relief from this dimension's logic.

But after seeing the documentary it seems the other probabilities probably have problems with the same odds as this one,

Set up by the gods of Las Vegas who have connections and like the action.

And are dependent on department heads who have training as prophets

and know how to utilize deep pockets

and do linguistic tricks as they lick their chops.

At least one of whom claims that slaves, no matter what you call them,

will always choose escape over pizza no matter what the class honchos tell you.

A prophet who hooked up his evil streak to an alarm clock.

It wakes him up every morning to the sounds of heaven having an earthquake,

but, so goes the joke, Saint Peter won't let him in.

Still I imagine a change will come with a crash bang.

My eyes try to follow the movements of the chameleon over the house plants while I wait for Erminia.

On my tongue I taste a tang

Must be still alive cuz I'm still thirsty.