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Cracked and Broken in ’88

Cracked and Broken in ’88

“Just wiped me out for nothing, straight-off the map,

a fifty-seven year sentence for a small amount of crack,” he said at the foot of his bed.

“Got caught-up!” he said again.

Wiped me out, straight-off the map, was all he thought.

“Sentencing for powder can’t stand next to its own degenerate concentrate form,” they say.

“Stricter sentencing for crack must be had,” they say.

Lost neighborhoods, lost souls,

in America that’s just the way it goes…

Principal Investigator Dr. Lena Valentin

Principal Investigator Dr. Lena Valentin

with pockets full of miracles, Morning-After Pills

deviation reports and adverse events and

numerous field alerts were issued then righteously ignored

she perceives what they perceive because she’s the receiver

she plucks strings out of the air and makes music

with the shapes and colors of her thoughts

but she always eventually returns to her loneliness, alone in her room

she conducts in-depth interviews with herself

what a Sweetheart Deal


she, a lead investigator, using unproven non-laws of science

led her employees to warn authorities about her writings

and stockpiles of field alerts stored in medical garden files

and flowers of “what-to-do” and “how-to-do-it” folders, trees, and shrubs

her thoughts always move back and forth

between insane and lunatic

(thanks to the ghosts of her former friends floating around in her head)

watching TV she was hit over the head with inertia reinforced by corporate media

corporate marketing, she’s the receiver, helps her perceive what they perceive

it makes her want to secretly let old society housed “in the ( false ) shell of the new” fall

and then stop anyone from trying to catch it

while watching TV she thinks that everyone

should sit back and enjoy some “hopey-changey” stuff

( yes we can! )

and throw away votes in ballot boxes acting like trash cans


her confessions caught on video tapes and paper records

were set adrift on the hot flames in the fireplace in her room

her perverse obstinacy rose

she knew, she knew

her eccentricities and deficiencies were

cute only to her eager suitors and not to her employees

she knew evidence should not exist ( Goodbye! )

nor should existential pouting which is like walking on a treadmill

happiness can only be found in letting go of desire


scientists are built on the feedback they receive

and now she knows that fact

and now she knows what her employees

and what companies want

which is:

a nice liberal equivalent of right-wing fantasies about “family values”

fortunately, she could not comply

t r a v e l (the pursuit of CHANGE in an environment of indifference)

t r a v e l (the pursuit of CHANGE in an environment of indifference)

manufacture a smile of denial for defensive purposes
without intuition — with no discernment
because everything will become incompatible and incomplete in some way, somehow (like life)
(like finding major attractions closed after reaching a desired destination)
travelogues are ultimately coming-of-age stories
which fail to adequately address
a l l  t o p i c s
so release intermediate and final products (why hold on to them?)
through lab-to-lab transfer modes (quick!, before they’re outmoded)
and monitor from a distance with analytical methodologies

travel and dispense anthropological ethnographies
of those of us still left in business
we hide in plain sight because we have to
Service Specific Information: we throw thoughts off cliffs—
and hope they hit someone on the head

punked-out and disaffected
contracted manufacturers of smiles of denial
let’s start a quest to adequately address a l l  t o p i c s
through punked-out and disaffected coming-of-age stories
ultimately, the universe holds all of the intelligence
take what you can
for it is what it is until it isn’t anymore
it is what it is until it isn’t anymore

Dinosauria, We

Dinosauria, We
    Born like this
    Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
    We are
    Born like this
    Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
    Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
    Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Because of this
Fooled by this
    Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
    By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
    We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
    Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
    And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
    Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.
-Charles Bukowski

for whom no one longer cares

for whom no one longer cares

weak points produced

product liability litigators

sneak peeking

at alternative agendas

seeking profits

in run-down apartments with

dingy garage laboratories


step inside the walk-in freezer

stay there for 90 minutes

stay there for 30 minutes more

let the cold air cleanse

let it be like end of life palliative care

delivered to the elderly for whom no one longer cares

real-life examples exist

consult rogue health care providers for medical care

they know how to throw paint against walls

they touch wet-paint walls with hands then slap neighbors across the face


distinguish between fact and opinion

but if you cannot do not

stop at stop lights and stop signs

life is short

drink moonshine, bathe in rain, dry-off with leaves from trees

leave a decadent legacy of your time

in run-down apartments with

dingy garage laboratories


document your time but if you become criminally liable

develop approved techniques for disposing of records

product liability litigators always seek ways

to try to make money hand over fist


when you go like a cannonball shot into the air

break clouds, decimate rainbows

and if you land

create a crater at least nine feet wide and deep

let it be like end of life palliative care

delivered to the elderly for whom no one longer cares



On my refrigerator today;

for the first time in a long time,

I noticed a ticket stub held to its surface with a magnet.

The ticket gave access to a Dandy Warhols show.

It was dated 30 May 2012,

which was exactly a year ago.

Time, sometimes, fly-bys…