Mile out-of-town man coming down dirt road from the East.. saw his walk in rhythm to an old song by ‘The Police’..
had an orphan story about his social roots.. with a hammer in one hand.. other held new boots..
said he was dissatisfied chickens would not molt.. concept was a good thing but he lived in nuts and bolts..
‘time for action drastic’.. he spoke of control freeze.. pictures solid on the wall.. to look at.. if you please.. said a crazy in his mind would not let him think.. pictures must hold be in place.. or he has to drink..
‘oh’ said sister Linda.. ‘pity’ came from Beth.. fix life pictures to a post.. or smell booze on his breath..
threat implicates his death..
Professor Lookemup.. Mayor Writesaruleortwo argued pictures have to move .. with sanity the due.. drive-in movies driven out..
home screens every room.. my ancient Granny watches ‘Soaps’ pedals her old loom..
out my window children walking safe to learn in school pedagogue a dog attends them
humans look at jewels..
home artistic futuristic seconds in his hands.. thoughts of moving pretty girls with roots in ancient lands..
pictures painted always dreams way it is each time moments realize changes
motion from a mime..
When I was a child of about ten I learned of batteries and how they are charged.. shortly before this I learned the definition of a ‘Perpetual motion’ engine or motor.. I asked those I could why they did not develop this type of power for cars.. etc.
The answer was not an answer.. just ‘the parts would wear out’.. which of course is true with any machine..
As an adult this makes me realize that though we had the technology to do ‘clean motors’ long ago it was not done..
We did not lose the ozone and healthy air, in a great many places, to mechanical or ecological ignorance.. it was greed..
One look at the farce of smog devices over the years tells me a lot.. the only relief apparent from smog came with the commercial advent of unleaded gas.. Peace Tony