The road is long...along side that road are dead carcasses...some of are of former friends...other dreams...the debris of well intentioned thoughts in America lost in the narcotic of self aggrandizement...
I sat drinking ice coffee in the Barnes and Noble wondering if I should go out into Union Square to have a cigarette. I wanted to take a break from reading the Oxford History of American Foreign Policy. Compared to what you usually hear it was far different than the usual America is great bullshit..
And I remember reading Burr, Gore Vidal's history of Aaron Burr...needless to say, it was far different than what Doc Meredith what Burr had told me about. He was banished to what became known as Washington Heights. What most people don't know is that he was a very successful trail lawyer well into the 1830's and helped the Irish immigrants bring democracy to New York in 1820s. I would come down to the same Heights to get the good "shit" after working sixteen hours as a security guard in the Bronx.
And now I'm watching the tv after working over sixteen hours as a poll inspector and listening to Bloomberg spout his shit after over turning term limits...
yeah and i just the read a wikipedia that chappauqua is anglized named of an indian term of the land of whistlng leaves and indeed outside the leaves are whistling underneath the full moon that illuminates dreams as well as dead carcasses...
And now as I type th
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment