Tattoos in Mayberry
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Let me count the ways we put up walls
to separate one from another..
Privacy is the excuse we use sometimes
to mask our fear of mingling with others peasants who might be beneath us,
bore or disgust us..
Never forgetting we are dangerous creatures when we are aroused.
This article of engagement, also necessitates caution.
The allure, the charm, of a magnetic,attraction.
holds risk. ..
Boundaries might not be respected or worse,
they might not even be aware of what a boundary is.
Covid is not an excuse to further wall ourselves off.
Technology has done a bang up job in that department.
.
Even with all the camera pixels, bells and whistles
Even with remote zoom with H.D,
Lighting up an empty big screen,
in quad stereo,. It's not as satisfying substitute for the real thing,
direct human contact.
in a corner of my basement,
for a modest fee, I can televise.
my own personal pay per view...
with a rock solid money back guarantee.
With tantalizing treasures behind
doors one, two, or three.
and a grand prize, textable, skeleton key.
It's all sleight of hand. Entertainment
time wasted from really getting on with my life and yours.
Many of us are experts at wasting time. Video poker.
All kinds of distractions.
Burn less gas,
stay home.
blame it
on death vapors from the pandemic...
Nobody has a clock in their office anymore.
Time might be irrellivant, a construct.
Maybe we live 36 hour days. Or we're actually on a 28 day clock cycle.
shellacked by science.
swinging nerf ball theories,with exclamation, billy clubs..
The hymen of innocents ripped away,
Pipe bombed orphans
and refugee's without paperwork in order.
Firewalls crumbling to dust
I'm getting a feeling, I better, wire back into my default
safe space, the meta bone yard
for some fresh old time nostgalgia pet tricks,
and, wayward children
modeling wrong headed kitch.
.
...
Buddy Bee Anthony
All copywriting, publishing and editing rights as is today. this 12/12/2021,
, by this author..
.
to separate one from another..
Privacy is the excuse we use sometimes
to mask our fear of mingling with others peasants who might be beneath us,
bore or disgust us..
Never forgetting we are dangerous creatures when we are aroused.
This article of engagement, also necessitates caution.
The allure, the charm, of a magnetic,attraction.
holds risk. ..
Boundaries might not be respected or worse,
they might not even be aware of what a boundary is.
Covid is not an excuse to further wall ourselves off.
Technology has done a bang up job in that department.
.
Even with all the camera pixels, bells and whistles
Even with remote zoom with H.D,
Lighting up an empty big screen,
in quad stereo,. It's not as satisfying substitute for the real thing,
direct human contact.
in a corner of my basement,
for a modest fee, I can televise.
my own personal pay per view...
with a rock solid money back guarantee.
With tantalizing treasures behind
doors one, two, or three.
and a grand prize, textable, skeleton key.
It's all sleight of hand. Entertainment
time wasted from really getting on with my life and yours.
Many of us are experts at wasting time. Video poker.
All kinds of distractions.
Burn less gas,
stay home.
blame it
on death vapors from the pandemic...
Nobody has a clock in their office anymore.
Time might be irrellivant, a construct.
Maybe we live 36 hour days. Or we're actually on a 28 day clock cycle.
shellacked by science.
swinging nerf ball theories,with exclamation, billy clubs..
The hymen of innocents ripped away,
Pipe bombed orphans
and refugee's without paperwork in order.
Firewalls crumbling to dust
I'm getting a feeling, I better, wire back into my default
safe space, the meta bone yard
for some fresh old time nostgalgia pet tricks,
and, wayward children
modeling wrong headed kitch.
.
...
Buddy Bee Anthony
All copywriting, publishing and editing rights as is today. this 12/12/2021,
, by this author..
.
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The Boneyard of Fleeting Memories
The Boneyard of Fleeting Memories