*Unite*
Revolutionary War reenactments and suburban
Angst were
suspended for the day, amid make-love-not-
War sentiment and BuyMe kiosks urging
Licensed
Individuality & ImagineAllThePeople one-
ness. “This is the best weather we’ve had all
tour; ” parents grinning
connecting at the eight-dollar-beer spigots &
four-dollar-bottled-water (no cap) & benches for sore
feet, not as
disturbed by spin-cycle mosh pits as the kids had
hoped. “Does anyone
love
you? ” inquired a TrampledUnderfoot pamphlet.
“Anyone from one of those other New
England
States? New Hampshire? Vermont? ” Maine? ? ?
*Express*
The Way To Life Made Plain was handed
Out: “you’re in
The wrong place, buddy” money-
Changer armies marching for
Peace &
Someone pushing candidate Clinton thru a Bull-
horn.
*React*
(Preshow screening)
“Please separate into two
Lines: the men
here, the women, here” (frisking for bottles/drugs/food)
TXT: Where r u?
REPLY: Stage 13 next to the Ernie Ball tent.
*Surrender*
Under Oath climaxed the
Show, screaming &
Grinding His praises in echoes up to the
Summer constellations, Unite
Express React
Surrender still hanging from the pillars supporting the
Tweeter Center, uniforms &
Flashlights
releasing us all to the American Highway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Van's Van, & never the twain etc, but you make the point. He's not an institution regardless how you warp reason. You still have to deal with the rest of the deadbeats back on easy street... Nice one, Sir. Rgds, Ivan