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.