11,866. WHEN THE RIVER COMES HOME

WHEN THE GREAT 
RIVER COMES HOME

Money is a terrible thing, and the

town I live in is run by mannered

crooks. Everything wrong abounds,

and the great unwashed 'we' pay for

its looks. The simulacra of restitution 

is  here a bald-faced lie. Old homes 

are parsed for something, anything 

of a consequence, meaningless as

drivel, so that the town can launder

money through a plaque on the

also meaningless lawn. These

signs are now everywhere, except

perhaps for Guernsey and Harvard,

two streets of rank ugliness that 

won't even accept the signs. Oh

here we go again. When the great
river comes home to stay, these guys

will try to claim it. This 'History' is a

fungible grant. They who will use

it for everything are the ones

who've sourced this rant.