Between Realities
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.
The Ontario Canada Connection
(not Grimsby – See War of 1812)
makes you question
&
“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 –
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.
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.
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;………
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
1624
John Donne
