we had a moment in the sun and ruby crowned kinglets glinting about us (see?) and i walked the beach with my shirt off drinking the love of the sun through my skin and today the darkness is back with cold and wind and the foretaste of snow metallic in my nose.
kids, be brave, you must make them stop, or the motherfuckers simply will not stop. we can pretend we are not brutalizing the planet, but our streets are full of the same common savagery. 
all this theft of people's parks and the ongoing merciless rape of the land, all this tearing shit up, this con game of development of obombaland in trumpworld. it will not end and it cannot be stopped until it collapses. and i suppose collapse is not stopped but continued.
the book i started, american war, is about where we're heading, not american war now, but the endless war projected into the ever vague future. the united states has shrunk, and states have seceded and it's a second civil war between the fossil fuel folks and the rest. can you imagine the mighty united states shrinking? 
this morning a car backed savagely at me in an intersection, i flipped a long black bird, he chased me down the alley, i turned in and flipped the fuck again. thus begins the dark day.
in the park i hear from philin phlash and kona how a guy savaged him for having his dogs off leash, bumping into him and cursing and threatening him, his dog slipping he collar and chasing them to their car, then standing in front taking pics of the plates and calling the po-po. in the report the attacker says he was attacked by little kona, and philin did a hit and run on him. 
never mind, i have a blocked head. i'm a blockhead and i have to go back home with my head bobbing like a dead sunflower in the dark wind, so i do not infect r. and i feel like crying but maybe i'll wait til i get to my own dark place.