one thing about styrofoam — it takes about 500 years to break down. even longer as landfill. so obama doesn't have to worry about erosion, even in his great grandkids time. but does it off-gas? does it poison the water? can trees grow in it? 

i can just imagine what frederick law olmsted would say.

styrofoam? you're making a styrofoam landscape? that's cray-cray. and what? plastic trees? astroturf? insane. man, i'm just glad i'm dead. styrofoam! if that don't beat all hell. why couldn't you make your dystopian confection somewhere else! why'd you have to ruin the park! you scoundrel, you audacious grifter, you thieving renegade!

herons in the graveyard.

 

i was wondering what bug was doing but afraid to call. he called for easter today from potbelly's. he's still riding the trains. the trains are scary. he said a girl was bleeding from her eyes, a guy came up menacing, saying this car is his office. bug thought the guy poked the girl's eyes in. we talk about mental illness immigration genocide. he says so what you're saying is we got the wrong people in power. yeah, bug, we're in a  world of trouble. then he talks about how short girls shorts are and what kind of summer we'll be having. pshew, bug is exhausting. 

 

i love these limestone chairs, one for william and one for sarah, but one of them appears to be filled with blood. 
 

do these plastic flowers light up at night?

 

billy in life, william in death.

 

 there's a jewish graveyard i thought was segregated from the big graveyard. it was overgrown, trees fallen, crushed gravestones, seeming abandoned, place of coyotes. now it's straightened up with new signs  saying private property, not part of oak woods graveyard. many of the ceramic faces have been removed or defaced, and can't be replaced.

this is a fun grave. i almost wanted to sit down and share a peep
with the ghost kids.

 

 i try, but my brain's not working right. i feel stupid. i bought this stupid hollow chocolate egg with a stupid surprise inside from rochester new york and some stupid nine lives and stupid fancy feast the cat will hate and think how stupid am i to purchase such stupid offerings. at least we can make crunchy mylar cat toys if the cat still wants to play. 

one need not be a house to be haunted. i'm haunted by many things, as i expect to be. when i walk out on a quiet easter morning it's me and it's this place that i am haunting.

 

it is risible, it rises, it is risen, 
we were raised and we rise up,
if we can we wise up
in the american dream.

towers like these don't come from peace. they come from the war economy.

 

 the white bunny was strangled by a bad neighbor in the cage. i must have erased the memory. then i remembered another psychotic neighbor kid who lit the shag carpet on fire in our living room in mount zion and hung my pet turtle in a tree in the front yard. this is our american dream. i wonder if those kids are still out there roaming the american dream. sorry, kids, i didn't intend it to be this way.

the powers that be do not want peace. they want bombs and monuments.

 

easter morning. i remember we went to see granny weezie and grandpa kenny in our red wood paneled country squire station wagon with basset hound max and lala's white bunny. weezie and kenny are long gone. dad's long gone. mom's in the villages. bob's in the air flying to the villages. i wonder what happened to the white bunny? nobody seems to remember. well we know, all the animals go to heaven.

 gentrification is brutal and it would have happened anywhere obama chose to place his tower, but the fact that it's in a public park adds grievous insult to the injury.

 for the people who think it's ok to put obama's tower in the park—i wonder how would they feel about trump erecting his tower in a historic landmark olmsted park. insurrectionists and renegades. it's all a matter of perception, but in the end it's privatization of the commons, no matter who's name is on the tower. and now that the precedent is set, who's next? will we we let other oligarchs in to develop and privatize the parks, or only this one exceptional oligarch?

two crows stare hard at the tower in the park.

 

none of this is normal, and to be told that we should act like it is is tyranny. olivia pepper

 

heh-heh.

 

 i heard a pair of crows talking behind the obamachron.

if you build it, they will come.

-god

 

i'm so glad i don't hafta take pills for psoriasis, or the other awful diseases they advertise relentlessly on tv.

 

for the fans of penny lu.

 

                                 

they can drain the wetland

they can displace the people, 

the people can move to the suburbs, 

but where will the water go?