4529. PAYING MY MONSTROUS DEBT, IN DUE TIME

PAYING MY MONSTROUS
DEBT, IN DUE TIME

The warbler knows the steadiness, while the three-armed

drummer is keeping time. I am watching the girls pass

by, listening to nothing so much as the rhythm of  -  what

did Paul Simon call it  -  the 'rhythm of the saints'? Holy

Hell what that all amounts to now is nothing I recognize

at all. In looking out, there, there is the Leonardo horizon,

(NJ, not the painter), and it's a massive armaments depot

filling ships uploading with guns and ammunition and

missiles and launchers. Does anyone know this? I can see

it all clear as day  - right of Rt. 35, turn left for the Leonardo

boat basin, and just look at the frigging horizon. Not 2 miles

out, at most, there they be : huge ships, holding at dock,

military re-fitters, stocking up on lethal guns and death.

they take it all back out to sea and, sailing the globe,

replenish the ships out there waiting. As for myself, no,

I can't any longer take this largess. I want to coat this

evil world in my own sort of venom  -  some with fury,

not this listless and lazy reverie. Boys and girls of the

world! Let us take to the ramparts and battlements

ourselves! It is our lives they are killing!