Remote Control (or a story in fragment)
On
If I went to school
I wouldn’t follow you.
I’d find a university
where I could be myself.
I’d make a difference–
be more than just a number.
For I want to be different
like everybody else.
Flip
When did the cat fall out of the window.
Before, when everything seemed to go wrong.
Did it land…
On its feet?
Yes.
No.
Flip
Pretty Lake, Pretty Lake
Quaker Land
Take Tea and Shake
Tasmanian
Flip
The Burial of the Dead?
Which war was that?
The last one.
How many dead?
Not enough.
How many wounded?
Just one.
Flip
Men cannot empathize
with that certain soreness
between one’s thighs.
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Where is it?
In the garbage.
Oh, thank you.
Where is it?
On the shelf.
What time does it start?
Eight.
Channel?
Twenty-six.
Flip
Everything seemed to go wrong
When the cat fell out the window
I couldn’t understand
Every word began with a K
Catastrophe in Kansas
Killings in Cairo
Eliot made an appearance
Frank found a tape
No one was breathing
Is that thing on
Flip
The news.
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Every man is a woman
Every woman a man
Join and become one
Love your father Kill your mother
The future never happens
A car is sex and death is a career move
Flip
Are you ready?
Yes.
Coat?
Yes.
Keys?
Yes.
Cat?
Yes.
Recorder set?
Yes.
Then we’re off.
That light…
What light?
The red…
Yes?
Is that thing on?
Flip
MTV presents: A nothingness Production
In Partnership with Post-Modernity
and his friends Groucho and Sattorri
In Association with Humanity, Education
and the Commodities of:
Breathing
The madmen lead us nowhere in the frenzied dance of this world,
for we are all just babies, infantile and corrupt
by the national order that capitalizes us while commodifying our desires,
so all we do is drink
the mercuried honey of a fragmented culture
–all we can do is stare into the glass hoping to find.
Credits:
madmen————madmen
babies————–babies
mercuried honey—-a thermometer and some bees
directed by nothing with nothing for nothing
special thanks to Princess Di for us of the word “in”
and to Timmy for his rock polishing kit.
Flip
Well, that’s that.
Yes.
Off