copp sniffs a punkin

what sun would you wake with when no sun is here
which stars would you go by
when no stars appear



i can't think let alone write let alone a poem. i can't do anything and i can't do nothing. between nothing and anything i'd choose something sun. when i think my eyes go grey as the lower sky.

post. i wish i could go on holiday, somewhere sunny. if my fiend in l.a. had room, if i could get on mt. tamalpais and look at the sea. the places i could go. area x expands it's borders to everywhere and everyone is changed, or nearly everyone. are there some who are naturally immune?  anyway, sometimes i can't even get copp, i look at him look at me and i say  i'm sorry.

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if you are willing read the tomdispatch today by adam hochschild why no one remembers the peacemakers.