Changing Landcape...

changing landscape of memory...it's like a jazz improvisation...a spontaneous conversation...it's like the warrior two pose in yoga...you gotta be ready for whatever comes your way...last night a plane went down in Buffalo five miles before landing...like that, gone...a man on Larry King who was a neighbor of the victim marveled who lived a hundred yards down the road never got to know that neighbor...America so fast so changing...most of us never get to know our landscape..memories flood the facebook, inventions of self in remembered narrative..but I have always been the wharf rat, walking alone in the town, observing the changing nature of light in the warrior pose because like the china cat sensations exploding fast real wrapped in the condom of indifference gone gray in the mtv hallucination with the pop pop pop of cellphone schizophrenia I remember when generation x back in 92 were the media's darlings and now look at them so middle age and I remember the explosion of real estate value now look at it so destitute so forlorn junkie america everyone fixed on something money cars food sex tv video games coffee cigarettes you name we got it shuffling down on the street I saw his portrait indeed he had gone so pc and I looked at them on the train they were wondering what had happened to the 401k it made me smirked we were both equally broke but unlike them I had never sold out in the holy grail of expression and like it has always has been and like it was always will be the light flooding through the town greeted me on my ulysses like adventure....