Friday, September 09, 2022

Millennium Morning

I was going to make all wars to cease

Before breakfast.  Before lunch

I was going to take 100 Dalmatians and

Fifty-six firetrucks and shut down hell


By eleven a.m.  I had read an issue of

The Journal of Near Death Studies

And realized hell was mostly frozen over and

My firetrucks would only make matters worse.


It was quiet though, all wars ceasing before

Breakfast, Nietzsche,  Marx, Lenin, and Hitler were enjoying a card game.

Schweitzer and Gandhi walked around on

Eggshells, pondering the first day of the thousand-year ceasefire.


Did I have regrets making Man in my own image?

Was it right for me to hide from Nietzsche when

He came looking for me? Did I learn to hide from

Adam, or did he learn to hide from me?


At 1 p.m. it was croquet with the prophet

Moses and Presley at Graceland.  We talked about the

Artichoke salad, Howard Finster's spelling and decided to

Take the next bus to Texas and visit the Cadillac Ranch. 

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