Ethered Prairie Dogs: Before Their Untimely Collapse

At least I know you are
somewhere in the ether
sniffing ether?
Somewhere where
I know you're ok
you're ok?
Believing things
are good for you
half the battle won
the other half
you left abandoned
at the altar
of plain
too painful

The Altered Plan
at The Altar of Pain
(discussed earlier)
Far from plains
this Jane's
flat face takes up
the entire prairies
were many gopher's
and prairie dogs
(they are the same thing?)
get shot out of holes
like rockets to the moon
oh how sad
being so cute
nasty holes they make
they never know
it'd be better
on the other side

they must know that
it would be far better
at least then the hunters
could stuff them and sell them as
curiosities or minted snuff
that often than not
make big bucks
for
daddy war bucks
in the war room
next to the purple star

maybe it's time
to spread around
the cashcow
instead of tipping 'er
we all need a piece
of pie in the sky

the manure
so thick lately
wet and warm
spreaded around
like an body-electric
snugglie

for years throughout
the land
manure
held its ground
keeping our boots filled
making us taller
in the saddle
who knew the elixir
of decay
had that much magic

fertilizer
the bs you mean?
what pleasure do you get
to see me
writhing
in such estactic
pain
as a joke
that's the only thing
u mean?

before empathy
there was a wall
and on that wall
was a word
and that
said
"i'm pity"
feelings meaning
translates to
"em-pathy"
there where there
were feelings
there where there
were connections
now lost
once not so amiss
of communication
of deep understanding
of fellow human beings
of our colleagues
of our many leagues
there where there were
one there was all
like a humanity
of a billion muskateers
"all for one and one for all"
what happened to that?
that was akin to
collective sanity
when the world made sense
before the collapse

odd man out
left behind
to rot
put in the grave
too soon
underdog
for life
and seemingly for
eternity too
unless there's no saviour
to raise up dead men
and underdogs

ship sails away today
leaving behind
every unwanted
memory shelved
stored in Twilight Zone
containers of same
maybe never to open again
unless a triggerword
should evoke
a taste of yesterday's
memories
like
dandelion wine
(inspired by Ray Bradbury)

what did I do
to make so many
memories bademories
goodemories there should be a word
this is so important
to us as a collective whole
trying to bury the hole
that surrounds us
and drags us down
way past the ground
way past any part
that would no longer exist
since I am not here
typing this

if I could make me a ship
like the Nancy
and be her boysun
to sail away
much longer than a day
to never remember land
then I could start
all over again
to make memories
like shells gathered
on this voyage
beginning now

jj 28 03 10