Nice day for hunting Indians, doth thou agreest, Walter? Yep. 

the long sad line of mediocrity

we explode balking into this life
a victim of his & hers mediocrity

a creation of momentary bland joy
each escaping their own senses
a struggle between lukewarm emotions
and room-temperature thoughts

oh, it was so intense that both yawned
turned on the nightly news when done
used some night cream
to remove slightly smeared make-up
and in the excitement, tossed their pet rock
then dreamt of your future:

one day our child will be in debt too, they smile
drive an SUV...or a minivan, she chimes in
yes, and the two hour commute to work, bliss
on sundays a confession about the neighbors spouse
or the shortage of clean pressed white
short sleeved shirts in the closet

the constant reminders of a sterile culture:

they'll talk to their friends at a BBQ
about their favorite reality shows
or about the NFL, NBA, MLB -there are no other sports
or yawn, Golf- a good walked ruined, I heard
maybe by then puritan attire will be trendy again,
sure hope so, love those simple whites
and complex blacks, no grey areas to consider
do admit, I look dashing in my grey wool slacks

and soulful patriotism too:
go USA! go USA! into war, over the seas
over here, over there... american flags
and ribbon stickers of all colors
pasted next to the honor roll bumper collage
all made in china

the morals of your maturation process:

we will do our best to ignore our problems
and especially yours, because our baby would never...
promise? pinky swear. okay.

and so it was drawn on that day
your long sad line of mediocrity.

Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird
 

I'm Braggin I'm Always In Love

I absolutely love this song by Wilco, off their newest release A Ghost is Born:

Hummingbird

His goal in life was to be an echo

Riding alone, town after town, toll after toll

A fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her

She appears in his dreams

But in his car and in his arms

A dream can mean anything

A cheap sunset on a television set can upset her

But he never could

Remember to remember me

Standing still in your past

Floating fast like a hummingbird

His goal in life was to be an echo

The type of sound that floats around and then back down

Like a feather

But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans

No one could hear him

Or anything

So he slept on a mountain

In a sleeping bag underneath the stars

He would lie awake and count them

And the gray fountain spray of the great Milky Way

Would never let him

Die alone

Remember to remember me

Standing still in your past

Floating fast like a hummingbird

Remember to remember me

Standing still in your past

Floating fast like a hummingbird

A hummingbird

A hummingbird

French Propaganda Ministry booklet to extol the virtues of the Americans who came in Frances time of need. (July 4, 1918) 

the lost art of effort

Don't Read This!

It is not worth the effort.

No, really, stop.

You are going to look for meaning

and not find it quick enough.

which means, you'll be disappointed,

and who needs to be disappointed these days.

there is already so much disappointment in the world,

why invite it in?

have a drink, relax.

you've worked so hard this week.

you deserve a cool relaxing drink.

sit down in your favorite seat.

that's it. relax.

now grab the clicker and press 'on'

oh, that feels good!

another drink, sure

go ahead, you worked your eight today

you earned it, relax.

I wonder what happened today in the world?

Let's watch some news:

CNN? MSNBC? FOX?

let's just stay local,

I'm tired of hearing about the war.

There is never anything interesting happening.

No fires, No car chases, some gang member killed, yawn.

Adopt a dog-- so cute, so sad.

Someone else will adopt the little cutie.

Eat dinner: it's pre-made, prepackaged and pre-warmed.

Let's watch the cooking channel, dee-lish!

Someday when you have more time,

you'll cook a meal like that or

better yet, after you win the lottery,

you'll pay someone to do it for you.

Yeah, when you win the lottery,

things'll be different then...

no more 40 hours a week,

the commute, the boss...poof!

all gone. then you can get

all the premium channels on digital cable

and get that big leather seat,

with the remote hiding place in the arm. (so cool)

no, better yet, get that big plasma

for outside, so you can watch while you

swim in your new pool! that's the life--

nothing to do, but relax.

people cooking for you,

kickin’ it with a drink,

chillin’ out watching the tube.

Now, that's the good life.

Well, if you made it this far,

you must be a gluten

for punishment.

Stop. Oh, please stop.

A reality show is on.

Quick, you don't want to miss out

on pre-taped and edited reality.

Are you still here?

I want to be an idol

You need to be a good role model

I want to be pretty

Someone you don’t respect already thinks so

I want to be a survivor

You made it this far, and now you want a medal

I want to be rich

More is never enough for the discontent

I want to laugh at those

who have more than me

(someone is laughing at you)

I want to feel pity

for someone poorer than me

(someone feels pity for you)

I want to laugh at the person

who doesn’t know the joke is on him.

(one day that person is you)

Are you still here?

Well, you better change the channel,

this show is over.