1st time on B right On in a yr 50plus infinite sojourns reconstruction still as in all over B.B.Baths long gone bay 1 still thinks its young carefree plays among the litter corn cobs & plastic not good enough to be called garbage the hammering on girders creaking of the crane music wind & ocean music helicopter music "my god" clouds & sun pacing back & forth in the sky because they are harsh to us we turn against our allies because they are harsh to us we kill their sons & daughters because they are harsh to us we loot their national treasures because they are harsh to us we silence all their voices because they are harsh to us we set up puppet governments because they are harsh to us we make them a "democracy" because they are harsh to us we fill them up with fast foods because they are harsh to us we steal their natural resources because they are harsh to us we incorporate their bodies because they are harsh to us we turn them into factories the clouds dominate the sky today the waves crash violently upon this usually calm shore my shoulders & chest convulse w/shivers my teeth chatter my bloodless fingers go stiff & numb the gulls are beginning to circle only a few children & old men are brave enough to swim at this hr the hammering has stopped the girders silenced the crane still creaks in the wind helicopters still patrol the music's turned nasty like the weather as the water reaches my feet i feel a warmth within the undercurrent like a comforter a message from hell because they are harsh to us....... because they are harsh to us....... the sailboat beyond the rocks seems so relaxed the white of its sail so still 3 children run from the ocean the oldest ( a girl ) waves something chanting "i found a dollar --- i found a dollar" & she had in the water among the waves the waves .....the last place you expect to find C-A-P-I-T-A-L-I-S-M the waves ..... because they are harsh to us we destroy them then defend them we befriend them then destroy them then we fold up our blankets & go home because they are harsh to us we are harsh to them because we are harsh to them they are harsh to us

magoo was young when i met him. he was still young when he died. to many gotti was a good guy. if you're a generous murderer you're a good guy. if you're a stingy commoner you're not. puccini was a womanizer who lived the good life. he smoked 3 packs a day & died of throat cancer at 65. gotti died of throat cancer at 61. he was a generous murderer. magoo was a nice kid. he took lots of drugs. once when high on acid he went nuts, took off his clothes & crashed thru the gate of my store. the impact was so strong that it shattered the glass. We took him into the back room & placed him on a makeshift bed where he squirmed & yabbered. i stayed close to him. when the cops arrived they attempted to make him talk & when i saw them wield their billyclubs to strike him i stepped in to make sure they wouldn't. finally the ambulance came & they took him away i lied & said i was not sure what drug he was on tho i knew it was blue barrel acid that he had gotten from me & was dealing for me & just couldn't help eating too much of ( like i did when i bought it.) sometimes i think that it is better to be blacklisted than ignored. & lately i think that the shock of each moment is in still being alive. i heard burton say that in the movie BOOM tonite & what a bad movie it was. all that tennessee williams drugged out fag hag stuff. wasted woman needs too much love. needs no one needs needs needs needs needs. & christ come along in the guise of a gigolo poet to comfort the dying beauty & to rob her of her soul but not her diamond as was first suspected. then BOOM the mean bitch dies in his arms as he relieves her of her gold so as to make her journey to the next world that much lighter. he then tosses the jewels into the raging sea. he was being humane in a roguish sort of was tho as liz had said earlier in the film "to be inhumane or humane is not for humans to decide." yet even with all this great story line the great dictator the fabulous locale & all these bizarre characters including the ex-thug midget bodyguard who controlled the vicious dogs & the aging out-of-the-closet Noel Coward this was one of the worse films i have ever seen. shortly after that incident magoo was found dead in his bedroom half on the bed, half off a victim as the news would have put it "of a drug overdose." it was the first wake i ever attended magoo being irish and all. it was an open casket & we paraded solemnly by him in the funeral home to sneak our last looks. he was all dressed up in a suit & tie not at all like magoo & as i passed with my long har long beard sandals & dungarees i bent down & planted a kiss on his oh so icy forehead to the shock of all present. since then i have kissed a lot of icy foreheads & have begun to realize that we do not just pass thru life but live it. are it. & that the shock of every moment is in still being alivw. & that no matter what trials we may go thru what tragedies we must endure a generous murderer will always be a good guy to some.