AN ESSAY ON THE THEORY OF ENERGY: I GET A CHARGE OUT OF LIFE

THROUGH THE FENCE I SEE MORE ELECTRICITY THAN I CAN UNDERSTAND. AT FIRST GLANCE, IT MIGHT BE A BIT CONFUSING. NOT MIGHT, IT IS CONFUSING. LIFE ITSELF IS CONFUSING. BUT THAT IS ONLY MY OPINION. FOR THOSE WHO ARE NOT CURIOUS ABOUT ENERGY, LIFE IS SIMPLE AND EASY. OF COURSE, IF THEY TOUCHED ONE OR TWO OF THOSE ELEMENTS BEHIND THE FENCE, LIFE WOULD CEASE TO BE SIMPLE AND EASY, NOR WOULD THEY BE TROUBLED OR CURIOUS ABOUT ENERGY. NO THEY WOULD, MOST CERTAINLY FIND OUT ABOUT ENERGY FIRST HAND.

NOBODY SHOULD SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES OF SUCH AN ELECTRICAL CHARGE UNLESS, OF COURSE, THEY DESERVED IT. AND THAT BRINGS UP YET ANOTHER SUBJECT, THAT OF CAPITAL OR CAPITOL PUNISHMENT. EXCUSE ME! WHO AM I TO JUDGE ANOTHER? BUT IS IT OKAY TO SAY THAT I BELIEVE HITLER WAS ONE WHO SHOULD HAVE BEEN LET LOOSE BEHIND THE FENCE ABOVE IN AN ELECTRICAL STORM. BUT SOMEHOW THIS ESSAY ON ENERGY IS DIGRESSING, DRIFTING SOMEWHAT AIMLESSLY AND GOING WHERE? LET ME RETURN TO THE ORIGIN OF THIS PHOTO ESSAY. I WAS LOOKING FOR A SOMEWHAT UNIQUE PHOTO TO WRITE ABOUT. HAVE YOU EVER DONE THIS? DONE WHAT, YOU ASK? PICKED OUT A PHOTOGRAPH AND TRIED WRITING SOMETHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT, THAT'S WHAT. NO, I AM NOT SUFFERING ANY ILLUSIONS THAT THIS ESSAY IS INTERESTING, I SIMPLY HOPE IT HAS SOME ELECTRICITY SURROUNDING IT, ENOUGH TO KEEP THE READER FROM SNOOZING. YOU HAVE HEARD IT SAID THAT "...IF YOU SNOOZE, YOU LOSE" RIGHT? DO YOU BELIEVE IT? REALLY, I DON'T GIVE A RODENT'S REAR END IF YOU HAVE HEARD IT OR NOT AND I AM NOT BEING RUDE, JUST HONEST AND REALISTIC. DO YOU SUPPOSE THERE ARE MANY RATS THAT RESIDE WITHIN THE PERIMETER OF THE FENCE THAT SURROUNDS THIS POWER STATION? AND IF THERE ARE SUCH RODENTS ZIPPING ABOUT, DO YOU FEEL THAT THEY HAVE ABSORBED ANY TOXIC MINERALS IN THEIR MOLECULES? BUT HERE'S A THOUGHT I DO WANT TO SHARE SINCE IT HAS BEEN MENTIONED: RATS THAT MAY HAVE ABSORBED SUCH FOREIGN ELEMENTS MIGHT HAVE DEVELOPED A TOLERANCE (THEY ALWAYS DO) AND MIGHT, I SAY MIGHT, BECOME A SUPER RAT, A REAL BAD ASS MEAN ASS RAT THAT MIGHT DESTROY SOCIETY AND CULTURE AS WE KNOW IT NOW. WHAT? YOU SAY THAT IT COULDN'T GET MUCH WORSE. NO, NO, ONE MUST HAVE HOPE, A POSITIVE ATTITUDE FOR THERE WILL ALWAYS BE RATS AMONG US. WHO WAS IT THAT SAID THAT, "YE SHALL ALWAYS HAVE THE RATS AMONGST YE"? WHATEVER, WE KNOW WE HAVE THE POOR, THE RICH, THE FREE, THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY, SO WHAT ELSE IS NEW? HEY, I AM JUST GLAD TO BE ALIVE AND FREE AND NEITHER RICH NOR POOR, BUT SUFFICIENT ENERGY TO SURVIVE AND LOOK FORWARD TO YET ANOTHER DAY.

the day everybody decided to go to the art gallery

i woke up this morning and looked out my window and saw a stream of autos filled with smiling people talking and smoking and they looked like they knew where they were going so i hurried up and fixed coffee and kept waiting for it to perk so i could have my usual cup before i started doing what i knew i would be doing and after drinking almost a full cup of that good stuff i took the freight elevator down to the lobby of the old hotel or let me say it was once an old hotel before the city almost went broke and instead of demolishing the old buildings they did what i and others had hoped they would do and that is refurbish the old buildings and turn them into lofts so i looked out the windows of the lobby and was glad the rush was not over and i would still have time to join in with them and would be able to have as much fun as the people in the cars would have after they got to where they were going.

the ladies getting tanned on South Bay Beaches

those days of summer fun and South Bay ladies getting tan beside the strand with flirty eyes and alluring smiles cannot be forgotten...
the way the sun peeped out from a cloud
to tan a toe or finger...

POETRY OF THE MIND VS POETRY OF THE BODY

THERE IS THAT POETRY OF FIRE AND FLAME THAT WRAPS ITSELF AROUND THE ANKLES OF THOSE WHO STAND ON BURNING EMBERS OF PASSION, BURNING AND ON FIRE, HOPING FOR THE DESIRES TO SATISFY EVERY FANCY UNDERFOOT, THEN AGAIN, AS TIME HAS PAST, THERE IS ANOTHER POEM THAT MUST BE HEARD, MUST BE SHOUTED AND REPEATED FROM HEAD TO TOE, ABOUT A LOVE SO TRUE ONE LOST ALL SENSE OF SIMPLE REALITY, ALL SENSE OF SANITY, ALL NAMES AND PLACES KIND OF MENTALITY, ALL SENSE OF THAT WHICH IS WHAT LIFE WAS AND IS NO MORE, A GLOWING REMINDER OF WHAT WAS, WHAT IS AND WHAT WOULD BE NO MORE...

A VISUAL DEFINITION OF FRENCH IMPRESSIONISM

THE IMAGE ON THE RIGHT MIGHT BE CALLED AN IMPRESSION OF FRANCE BECAUSE I WAS LISTENING TO SOME FRENCH MUSIC WHILE CREATING THE DOORWAY OF A SMALL PLACE IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE. THE WINE IS FRENCH OR AT LEAST THE LABEL SAYS SO. I WAS IMPRESSED BY THE DRY RED TASTE THAT PERKED MY APPETITE A BIT; IT MADE ME THINK ABOUT ORDERING A MEDIUM TO RARE KC STEAK WITH A BAKED POTATO AND SOME SOUR CREAM. THE GARLIC BREAD WITH A HARD CRUST SUMMED IT UP, MADE IT GENUINE AND LEFT A BIT OF GREASE ON MY FINGERS. IT WAS SO FRENCH, FOR SURE.

THAT OLD BIG BANG THEORY...OR...PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM

THAT OLD BIG BANG THEORY, IT GROWS SO OLD AS TIME GOES BY IT WILL SOME DAY, SURELY, EXPLODE INTO A BANG THAT'S BIGGER THAN THE INITIAL ONE. BUT WHO AM I TO CRITICIZE OR POINT MY FINGER TOWARD SHAME OR ANY NAME OR NAMES AFFILIATED WITH THAT OLD EXPLOSIVE SUBJECT MATTER. A BANG'S A BANG, BY ANY STANDARD, WEIGHT OR MEASURE, AND IT'S ONLY A BIT OF MISGUIDED SEMANTICS THAT HAS CAUSED THE THEORY TO BE SLAPPED SILLY FROM ONE SIDE OF THE UNIVERSE INTO ANOTHER. AND THAT'S OKAY, I SUPPOSE. WHO KNOWS FOR SURE, ONE HUNDRED PERCENT HOW FAR THAT THEORY FLEW ONCE IT WAS LET LOOSE? AN INCH? A MILE OR BILLIONS OF LIGHT YEARS?

FURTHERMORE, IT SOMETIMES SEEMS THAT NOBODY BUT A FEW FOLKS REALLY CARES. NOW DON'T GET ME WRONG, I CARE A LOT, BUT THERE'S NOT A LOT I CAN DO BUT HOPE TO GOD THAT TRUTH PROVES TO BE WHAT I THINK, THAT ALL THIS MATTER AND ALL THIS MIGHT WAS CREATED ON PURPOSE AND NOT BY MISTAKE. IF THE WAYS OF THE SEASONS, THE MEMORIES I HAVE, ARE HELD IN PLACE, HELD IN ESTEEM, THE KIND I HAVE CALLED OH, SO DIVINE, NOT THOSE THAT EXPLODED IN A SECOND OR LESS, A KIND OF MISTAKE THAT GREW OUT OF HAND. IF SUCH WERE THE CASE, WE WOULD BE THE LOST PLANET HEADED FOR WHERE? NO, THAT BIG BANG THEORY HAS GOT TO BE ONE BIG MISTAKE.

WHEN LIFE BECOMES A MAZE

WHEN LIFE BECOMES A MAZE, TOO COMPLEX TO FIND ANYTHING THAT WORKS JUST RIGHT, IT MIGHT BE TIME TO SELL THE ODD REMOTES AND ALL THE WEIRD AND FOREVER BLINKING LCD THINGS THAT CHEAT US OF A NORMAL SIMPLE SWITCH AND FLIP KIND OF LIFE BUT KEEP THE BATTERIES JUST IN CASE THERE MIGHT BE A CHANGE OF MIND SOMEDAY, SOMEDAY, SOMEDAY, JUST A CHANGE OF MIND, JUST A CHANGE OF, JUST A CHANGE, JUST A CHANGE, SOMEDAY, KEEP THE, JUST A CHEAT, NORMAL KEEP THE CHANGE, SOMEDAY, SOMEDAY, BATTERIES, BATTERIES, BATTERIES, JUST, A SOMEDAY, SOMEDAY, SOMEDAY, IN CASE, SOMEDAY, JUST