this land hurts. it hurts to think about this land. this place of suffering. i couldn't sleep last night. thoughts about obomba kept insisting. i went to a pad and pen and scrawled in the dark. waking r. who gave me a book light. the thoughts didn't cohere. between my brain and the paper they dispersed. still a scrawl, they seemed to want to stay asleep, to cohere on the other side, work themselves out in dream. but i couldn't sleep, in part because i knew they would not cross over to the other side, this one. i'm a stasis, border between consciousness. what is a border between. there's so little control, when i want that storied homeostasis. 
so i wrote and it doesn't cohere but i'm going to write it like that, like a list of erasures and what urges they are made of. in the  writing what is unwritten is wavering like ghost characters or floaters in the periphery.
that's what men of power and prestige do- they put their name on women and things (towers, monuments, memorials).
they put their brand on the land. (devastate)
he ain't building community, (he's building a little empire), he's cutting down trees. (what are you supposed to do when you are an ex-president if you're too sophisticated to make awful paintings of your victims.)
(he built his brand of tax dollars and now he needs a corporate headquarters, it's got to be bold, it's got to smart, it's got to be the people's park.) 
he's not building a neighborhood, he's taking real estate (making his estate).
he's making an enterprise zone in the park. (he's making nature work for human industry.)
he's making obomba land, he's not taking the knee, he's aping disney.

see i told you, either it flows or it don't but what i'm gonna wait? it'll be gone like a dream, faster than that green space.

i never dreamed about obomba. i watched him operate by day but he never, with all his terror drones and spying, entered my unconscious, but i must admit he's deeply colonized my consciousness with his plan to invade and take over the park. 
i was ok with his face as the brand of empire at the end, but this theft of the park, like papa bush said, will not stand.