nothing changes
in the sandbox, what were dreams? Mike Mulligan & his Steam Shovel. The Silver Star of Deadwood City . The Meddling Kid who Unwrapped the Mummy. today the monkey bars, tomorrow the world. big talk from little people. couldn’t reach the steering wheel without the Yellow Pages. couldn’t pay for Chicken McNuggets without Grandpa’s pocket wages. a little further down the lane, the marks on the wall continue their slow advance towards the ceiling. with an aura of invincibility (in overdrive), we plot and nauseate and agitate once-calm waters. Johnny Rebel holding four aces, betting our clams on the dolphin races. sometimes dreams could overwhelm, smash you. leering. hurtful. dreams born and died as we slipped on the banana peels that recent generations have callously dropped on the floor. sources of potassium settling the score. a time of great vanquishing. torment. exorcism. Glass Joe is down. dreams put on crutches. hobbling. crippled...