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GLOBAL BEAT SESTINA
I saw the best minds of my generation flipping born again unemployment burgers at McDonalds, smoking dope in starry dynamo parking lots, howling at the Aurora Borealis. Money has turned the World soul into canned ravioli. Van Gogh looked out through the windows of the skull, sliced his sunflower ear off. Russia guns down its sour cream poets, outlaws nude garden parties, while America invades the Garden of Eden, live on denture- cement television. Desert Neanderthals blow themselves up on hopeless streets of blue flame television. Our universities cook rotten animals nose lips borscht dreaming of McDonalds. Racist bloggers flame black magicians at Platonic mint julep necktie parties. Exxon has wrecked the Aurora Borealis, backed by weeping rightwing old buggers lying their fool wrinkled asses off. Inside B-52 tin cans former Vietcong stuff Chef Boyardee ravioli. A dead president destroyed by madness, got shipped back from Dallas like a can of starving boxcar ravioli. Too many reactionary atom bombs Ive never heard of appear on hysterical television. I think I should read more heavenly books and turn my burning television off, perhaps read ancient negro stuff like Plato Kant and Hegel over hollow-eyed Quarter Pounders at angel-headed McDonalds, not just repeating Larry Kings ashcan ratings beyond the Aurora Borealis, or mouthing Night Line hallucinations uttered by Mohammedan angels at staggering robot cocktail parties. The poor are always with us, breast-stroking behind YWCAs, wetblanketing Absolute Reality parties. Barbara Bush says, Let them eat minimum wage ravioli. China eyeball kicks Tibet, tries to shut down the Aurora Borealis. Millions are dying in banana republics renamed by eye-glass generales for nerve-gas underarm television. Kant? Plato? Who the hell am I kidding? Better stick to McDonalds. I wish those huckster neoclassical lobotomies would leave our Planet alone, keep their marbled filthy paws off. Barbara Bush is really starting to piss me off. NPR hides in Rush Limbaughs shorts, never offends Christian Conservative head-hunting parties. Greasy kids stuff belongs in Elvises hair, not in Happy Meal breaded bypass tumors at McDonalds. Thats why I stopped main-lining Quarter Pounders, withdrew on methadone ravioli. There seem to be wars somewhere and lots of hungry people appearing on television. Its good an invisible hand runs our bone-grinding economy, not the crack of doom on the Aurora Borealis. Toys R Us goes drinking with the brillianteened Moslem of Oklahoma City, conversing America and Eternity under the Aurora Borealis. Jesus throws potato salad at Steven Hawking, blows Time and Space clean off. Aboard clouds of glory, Ronald Reagan returns from Heaven yacketeeyakking on Fox television. Gippers whipped cream hair and hot chocolate voice are still a big hit at Tupperware steambath parties. Josef Goebbels joins the Teflon President trailing migraine cans of cluster ravioli. Everybody gets Bombed and tucks into a Naked Lunch at McDonalds. Good morning McDonalds, nothings for real not even the Aurora Borealis, market forces provide big-assed ravioli, neocons laugh their false-tooth heads off, corporate moneybags launch one-armed war parties, throw their gasoline watches off the roofs on cowboy Zen television. Tokyo, Thursday, 06/19/08
TOKYO FABULOUS
Every day six supertankers arrive and three depart loaded with dog and cat crap which isnt to say Mexico City doesnt have more Mexicans but when youre fabulous you dont sweat Rio and Delhi, cardboard pretenders surrounded by more wagon-burners than Custer at the Little Big Horn or the French at Dien Bien Phu. Of course New York and London have great newspapers, but ours are better for wrapping fish or lining pet boxes and how about those suicide websites, really kicky portals for the latest do-yourself-in high-tech innovations: no more leaping off Fuji or jumping in front of morning commuter trains. Speaking of Paris, I enjoy their terrific sidewalk cafes and incredible art museums even if after youve seen one Van Gogh an hour later you want to visit Beijing where you cant attend outdoor mass or Hong Kong for High Tea at the Peninsula which doesnt get you high only stuffed with those crustless little sandwiches and noisy protests for more democracy. Thank God you dont need snow tires in Tokyo where everybody gives you the cold shoulder except clerks in department stores or lawn sprinklers because everyone goes on holiday at the same time then comes back in one massive U-turn so the boss doesnft think youre slacking off by standing under an ice cold waterfall or committing seppuku like the 47 Ronin who did themselves in trying to compose the imperfectly perfect mind-boggling Haiku. Quiet pond. Frog jumps in. Who cares? Here everythings go go go. Nobodys got time to talk about the mess in Madrid let alone watch some stupid frog taking a header not like Budapest where they sit around eating goulash or blocking cowboy hats in Dallas and getting ripped on Lebanese hash in Amsterdam where its legal and here NHK isnt just a propaganda stooge for the government but actually broadcasts train delays so half the city isnt standing in stations sucking on their teeth. Tokyo, Thursday, 05/22/08