Of Course China (amended)

…would disseminate the virus, mess with

Hong Kong, generally start acting like the

enemy of the USA it is now. China wants

Biden to win as much as the Democrats…

they’re on the same side: the side of  

absolute totalitarianism. 

Thank goodness most Americans haven’t 

been brainwashed and/or are waking up.

It’s not business as usual, folks, where

Trump seems to be the bad guy because

he doesn’t talk nice and do as he’s told like

all the other politicians.

He’s done enough good, big things already

as President; the economy, North Korea, 

Iran, his handling of the Corona virus, real 

things that happened, that to ignore them

is willful ignorance. And to prefer to hate him

rather than see the good he is doing is insane…

but, that is brainwashing.

Addendum:

The mask has been ripped off China. 

It’s clear that the criminal regime of the CCP is

not interested in trade with the United States,

becoming a global citizen, having a free society. 

It’s clear that we are already at war with 

China…not its people, but its regime. That 
regime is an enemy to its own people as sure
as Hitler was to the Germans. It spread the virus
willfully. It now is in the process of breaking its
agreements with Hong Kong. China is the last
great dictatorship left over from the Twentieth
Century, and the CCP  must be destroyed, either
by it’s own people rising  up, or, from without: a
coalition of Eastern and Western powers that
already realize the threat it is.

We are also experiencing an internal war in the
USA. Riots co-ordinated at the same time around
the country due to that black man's death in
Minnesota? How did they organize so quickly?
Soros. Antifa:

"Destroying America will be the culmination of
my life's work." George Soros

Wake up America!  Hurry up!

Poet's Lament

The same old story

a fight for love and glory

with a lack of lead in the pencil.

Not a complaint, a love song

for all those lost on the rocks

or, straight up futilized; the play’s

a bitch when the truth is revealed.

Sisyphus run out of rocks to roll…

it’s nice standing on the other shore

that magic feeling of nowhere to go.

“My heart is an owl that is nailed, 

unnailed, renailed…” (Appolinaire)

This moment seems perfect because of

the tomato juice with tobasco and pepper,

beautiful space, a nice mental taste…

(with losing memory comes also lack of

concern about the future…"now" by default.)

And so it goes, the mornings, evenings, 

afternoons, days that flow like unimpeded

timeless water on the way to its ocean.

No argument, no clear intent, 

no overwhelming question.

Everything absolute correlative.

As If You Were Never There

The flowers are already wilted.

No one wants to kiss the corpse.

Sadness that he’s gone, shared

memories of good times that fade

as soon as we get into the car,

drive home, get to mowing the lawn.

Once a year, we take out a box 

of old photos and look at them,

laugh, sigh, and put them away again.

Maybe some good he did will live on;

maybe some ripples on the pond

that diminish as time goes on

’til the water is still again.

What information do the caveman’s 

bones relay? Did he laugh, did he cry,

did he matter except to scientists

with nothing better to do than figure out

what he ate? Even the stories they make

fall short of salvation.

We’re here, and then, we’re gone;

only known as long as memory lives on.

Bored Silly

Now, that’s an odd term,

isn’t it?

What would that look like?

Clowns throwing the hundredth pie?

Maybe

A good answer to any question

a way out of any argument

a piece of emotional armor

that box in the corner where you

throw everything you don’t want

to deal with.

Mitigating Matter

The pain of conditioned existence,

which Buddhists say, for a regular

person is like an eyelash on the 

palm of your hand, to a Buddhist,

is like an eyelash in your eye…

mitigated by matter 
that changes

the chemicals in our brains
mitigating our matter.

We mitigate our lives the best 

we can, the slings and arrows,

as long as we can stand. 

A little helper doesn’t hurt…

I can’t see anything wrong with that.

What’s wrong with tweeting the 

equipment, open tuning the 

instrument, tuning the fork? 

After all, as Wallace Stevens wrote:

“The eccentric is the basis of design.”

No: “I can’t tonight, Darling, 

I have a headache.”

No!

There should be more...there isn’t.

(Instead of taking a leap there,
I thought I'd skip it).