Saturday, December 24, 2011

POSTCARDS FROM THE END OF THE WORLD




#1

The nights aren’t long enough, these days.  I sleep, fitfully, wake up periodically, punch in on the Earth Time time clock, put on Kevlar vest, superhero mask, tights & cape & go on guard duty watching for sudden explosions of beauty on the golf course & in the surrounding nite & blast them with my Mark 4 Quantum Pro Plasmaray Gun..  (Too much beauty is bad for the economy.)  A thankless task.  Nobody knows, nor should they, lest they too not sleep well) how much I go thru to keep us safe & The Constitution inviolate.  Then take the jetpak hovercraft over to the Santa Cruz & walk the river until dawn looking for this so called “place” some people call “home”. 

Yours Truly, 

Super Dummy