blowing in the air.
Remembering sitting in the summer sun
and by a younger river with schizophrenic Jane
talking and talking and talking of escaping herself
and the food factory by working in the Cafe.
Then remembering Jane’s rival. Once upon a time beautiful and manic Mary who last when I saw her
had dead and vacant eyes and was sleeping in the arms of the Angels from Oakland…for drugs.
First we take Israel!
Then we take Palestine!
And then the entire world
will be begging at our feet
to finally fall forever
…into our waiting and open arms!
FOR ALL THE COMEDIANS WHO HAVE PASSED ON
sometimes a cherub sheds a tear
mostly out of relief.
But when a clown dies
not even Demons are consoled by weeping.
So thanks for all the laughter, motherfuckers!