what about this displacement that pops into my head? it's not like in school when he pushed a balloon underwater or copp does a belly flop. it's anger, maybe ancient, maybe from divorce or a a shadow dad or a lifetime of genocidal war or life in general under countless bombs under madmen, under criminal states. or it could just be operatic anger over doctor atomic syncretizing(..) with doctor wake, staple anger.

new rage may unite with and catalyze old anger like a deep peat fire, you may be pissed about being abandoned as a child, and still feel childish at fifty-six for example.

ah, you can sort it all out later we ain't got time for that now i push it push it down and away in my feel and walk it walk it off.

but it's patently ridiculous to even unconsciously link the staple left inside the dog with the lurking mythical behemoth of the state the nuclear warhead oh yeah it's mythical, well myths start small maybe  especially in this atomized age, atomized consciousness.

but what if the bomb, The Bomb, and the drone, The Drone, are a massive collective displacement of all the hate incurred from way back to the first american genocide of the natives, what if it's all the hate this culture produces to launch all it's wars on the planet, what power, and under the patriot act, what righteous wrath, what biblical license.

weird to think all that unconscious could be harnessed like atoms and split like electo-shocked brain cells so we don't even know what the hell we're doing we just know we're fucking angry and it feels good to unleash it baby. but let's peel this onion back, huh? i was upset because of a staple in a dog and a blase doctor and because my little sister is abandoning my in hyde park and i am orphaned with my dogs.

which is a far cry from what i had when i came here, so yay!