Fall at the Side of the Road

 

We had an appointment in Sudbury. The road and time stretched ahead, the minutes piled up with the line of vehicles waiting to take a turn – road construction built up the flow of seconds.

In a pause of motion, an early bit of Fall colour waited at the road side for the season to catch up.

When I was younger, I was not as old, my travel bag carried fewer memories –

 

leaves turn red, now Fall –

at the side of the road waits

a moment recall’d.

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Bill Hicks’s clone is alive: An Implied Space

Bill Hicks‘s clone is alive

(a radio/YouTube Truth Seller)

The Ontario Canada Connection

(not Grimsby – See War of 1812)

makes you question

“The Official Laws”

&

Why Blind River ?”

 

     

 

water runs downward –

catching thoughts splashing upwards,

rocks of doubt now smooth.

 

  

Ukraine looks to Canada –

Help –

Modernize Military’s ‘Soviet Mentality!”

Now – just

Consider Crimea & The Spanish Netherlands

Can it be anymore Obvious ?!!

Look at the coastline.

False Flag 1DF !


Distant lands call out

the very thought of you now –

remember me please.


Bill Hicks’s clone believes

he is reincarnated –

Isabella Clara Eugenia.

 

 

remembrance of things,

past knowing eyes, many names –

multiple faces.

 

 

But who is Alex Rosencrantz G. Jones, really ?

A Performance artist & Existentialist Playwright.

( Eugène Ionesco psychodrama by way of Bio-engineering)

Excerpt from his Most Recent Work:

Lines from a-n on/going Campai(g)n[e]

( Staged Scenes in Free Verse )

Alas, I can not rotate,

distance still equal to zero.

It depicts the Solitude & the Insignificance;

Off Human Existence,

steps Truth in a tangible way. – The President

 

Letters & small dogs,

it’s like the Hò Hao Oho. – The Attorney General


Walking in summer sunshine,

a white-washed provincial village,

under intense blue sky,

pebbles caught between my toes

like alternative Fractal Factuals. – The Chesterfield Counsellor

  

I have been a surrogate,

at The Thyme Oar Two,

Oh, that rowing campaign.

I did not have communion

with The Spanish Netherlands,

while getting out the boat. – The Attorney General

  

The Thyme Oar Two,

excellent drinks,

the dancers wore out

stalkings.

Communion –

I am not a believer.  – The Slavic Ambassador


To stay where she is fýgar,

immigration powers ply the pylons.

In Calais the children

skip stones across the water.

Pipe Marches to the beat

of the Various Rich,

as the Interior sleeps

the way of the previous thrush. – The President


  Shocking. – The Chesterfield Counsellor


Criminal. – The Slavic Ambassador

 

Conspiracy. – The Attorney General


So sad. – The Public’s Persona


I laughed when you said,

you were leaving.

It never entered my mind. – The President

  

There are seven days in a week. – The Public’s Persona 

    

The ceiling is up. – The Chesterfield Counsellor

   

The floor is down . – The Attorney General

   

 I have several children. – The President

 

I have several children. – The Attorney General


I have several children.  – Unnamed Actor who looks like President

  

I have several children.The Slavic Ambassador 

 

All stupefying,

as they are All,

so indisputably True.

Who knew it was so complicated ? – The President

 

Let me check my phone.

I am getting my origami

confused with cross stitch. – The Chesterfield Counsellor

   

Theatre that invokes

an imaginative Truth

expels false facts

fogging facile faculties,

greatly held units,

and /or property of Hama. – Unnamed Actor who looks like President

People crack.

Make your removed I

by extension as

an extensive frozen field/forest

trekking away.

Footprints white/blank

filling up with hope/fear. – The Public’s Persona

  

You look like the man. – The President

  

What man ? – Unnamed Actor who looks like President

   

You do. – The President

Hoodoo ? – The Public’s Persona


Fidus Achates” – the Prompter.


We all know that line, but which character says it ? – UFO Janitor.

Characters exit to applause. After applause ends and all is silent, the Audience then enters and takes their seats. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mail from the Borderlands: Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises?

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Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this world?

 

No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man

is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine;

if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe

is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as

well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine

owne were; any mans death diminishes me,

because I am involved in Mankinde;………

MEDITATION XVII

Devotions upon Emergent Occasions

1624

John Donne