a white gull on the roof watches the sunset with me.

 do you mind if i take a thousand pictures of you? yeah, now you ask me, after you ahready took a zillion. yeah, i mind, nah, jus kiddin.

 comon ada, comon ada, come on, ada comon.

i see smoke signals on the western horizon.

 

 i join the cloud appreciation society.

 initiation, or the process of undergoing an expansion of consciousness, is part of the normal process of evolutionary development, viewed on a large scale, and not from the standpoint of the individual.

-alice bailey, initiation human and solar

would you be my neighbor?

 right on, kes. 

 wisdom deals with the essence of things and not with the things themselves, it is the intuitive apprehension of truth apart from the reasoning faculty, and the innate perception that can distinguish between the false and the true, between the real and the unreal.

alice bailey

 thank you secret garden.

 mr. obama made spineless liberals feel like progressives, and mr. trump made stupid people feel smart.

-immortal technique

whose city is it? who is the city for? the oligarchs, obviously. 

 it's a dirty deal among a perfect storm of dirty deals. it's the obamachron.

 people are criticizing being mary tyler moore and it's disheartening. there's so much blatant bogosity and downright evil in the world that needs to be called out, but not mary tyler moore. she doesn't need my defense, but come on people, can you not see that she was a good soul and a light of the earth? just look, look again.

it would be nice to have somewhere to go

though many of them are forgotten i suppose

still it is nice to have somewhere to go

dad was scattered as ashes,

he's everywhere now, there's nowhere to go

he was so imposing, so composed

he was seething, so inert 

he had land 

his properties 

sold

now he has no dirt 

he had a place in the world 

he was always leaving

i had no place to stay

he said i had no wish to work

he gave me two nickels to rub together

i daydreamed, played the role 

of having no role

to observe and figure how 

to not be a figure

there was a lot to figure out 

how to be here with his absence 

of example 

figuring without figuring out

i stepped on the fire escape and kes landed nearby to have a look, then he flew to the other stairs and looked, then he caught a bird and saw me looking and then he flew by my head. he's checking me out, wondering what i'm doing watching him watching me.

 

 there was a miniature shinto temple by the train track wall, and i wonder for who and how it works, there was a stop displacement sign in the train arcade, also a stop cop city sign, then, with the utmost audacity in the forsaken city, there was the obamachron. i don't know if anything can be stopped but i swear i'll never set foot in the obamachron.

 displacement by obama.

 

the midway moue.

 what? i'm talking to penny lu. what? i'm talking to juju. oh, pardon. oh pardon me.

 lulu and i went to see about the apricot tree. nothing, the fruit still green and sparse, hard to see. the kid fountain is dry and may be cracked. it's getting hot falulu. i asked an officer parked by the midway if he heard anything about gunshots last night. nothing on the log. we had a pleasant conversation about the normalization of violence in our consciousness and agreed it shouldn't and didn't have to be this way and how dogs make us feel safer and more a part of things.

and another thing that's been normalized, the privatization of the park and everything.

 i am not so happy about the situation.

 

 i asked a neighbor about the shots we heard last night and she said she heard kids with fireworks on the midway. we heard fireworks too, but this was a loud argument followed by loud gunshots. maybe the sound echoes in the chasm between our buildings. followed by an eery quiet. we'll probably never know what was violence and what was celebration. it sounds the same.

 the graveyard trees are lucky and we are lucky for the graveyard trees.

 i wonder what dad would think of me today.

 i think i'd like to live on the edge of the graveyard. it's peaceful and quiet. like a park they can't obamacize. but we live on the edge of the chaotic constriction, the obamachron.

 

Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today, yeah
Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today

Marvin Gaye, What's Going On


...it was so beautiful to walk and listen to what's going on among the graves and trees, and it's so sad that we are still subject to this violent society.

 saw being mary tyler moore. heard yelling in the street, rising in volume, then gunshots. 

 this double angel covers her heart and her sex watching over her body in perpetual rest.