***WILLIAM PATERSON UNIVERSITY (WAYNE) & BERNARDS, NJ; BETWEEN TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 25TH & TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 25TH, 2020***
The great information flood
“And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall”
Bob Dylan
His mind was overstimulated
Too much, it seemed, needed to be articulated
Every day the damage done by president Trump & Covid19
further complicated a context in a way he’d never seen
until then… and
it reminded him
of Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start The Fire”
that line that gave him chills & made him perspire
“Rock & Roller Cola Wars I can’t take it anymore”
The most basic awareness—an overwhelming chore
Like trying to sing along with Bob Dylan’s “Subterranean Homesick Blues”
& withstand the cacophony that was the daily news
…goodness, even when he prayed @ the end of each day,
how was he to do it in a way that was universally inclusive
& they wonder, when hammered with so many fucking facts
(many severely disputed @ that), why our protag. was so damn abstract
Piles of snail mail & massive lists of emails & email accounts,
keeping in mind that yolo, wanting to re-read Dostoevsky’s Notes From Underground
this time getting a sense of what it was really about
& then decompress with The Beatles singing “Twist and Shout”
do yoga, get better at sex, reply to text messages from coworkers, family & friends
shouldn’t there be a vacation around the bend for he & his wife to take?
Hawaii, Europe, Australia (oh yeah, want to re-watch the Australian TV show Rake)
Take a cruise around the world
Let go of that confusing swirl
Of wonder about who’s telling the truth & who’s mad fucking fake?
Fake like those “weapons of mass destruction” & Giuliani’s “Truth isn’t truth”
Trump supporters who just have no fucking clue
But “forgive them their sins they know not what they do”
god knows he’s had plenty a fucked-up opinion
perhaps trying to stand out, being just one out of nearly 8 billion
he even Googled how to do it…if he could just properly coordinate his movements
& reduce all the excess bullshit we over accumulate & over produce
Faces smooshed in smart phones while walking three wily poodles &
treading oodles of confusion in the middle of the fucking street & her kid
asked “mom, what does ‘skeet skeet skeet’ mean” & she quickly quipped
“nothing, hunny, just something obscene” oh but let the good times linger
like a long, long multivolume set of tome-songs by a free thinker…
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