Metaphorically Speaking

Independence day in the year 2007 has come, gone, and left American NonFiction for the free people. That’s the start and last night my slumber was invaded by dreams, I have a hard time recalling. I slept for 10 hours after a vigorous start to this new On-line life and my active brain was far too busy for my tired mortal coil.

In the hollows of my dreams, I saw people that ought not come to mind. Woman who are stricken from the record of daylight minds’ eye. But slumber is a Greek trickster god and Loki rained down upon the midnight darkness. Not that I ever get to bed before the second 12th hour but the witching hour is the closest metaphor to fit.

In the AM and to the noon time hours, I try and recreate the pieces of a puzzle but oddly shaped bits of cardboard hide or are lost in the time flow. I only know that the beginning has taken place. Engines roared, lead feet leveled accelerators, and billows of thick black smoke rose into the air. The start took place but the rest is unclear.

Hot shots injected into varicose veins. Miles to go before the big sleep. Mile to go before fellatio in public access bathrooms. Green lithograph pictures of Ben Franklin rain down from a Fruit’s pockets and Transfigured pixies purse’s.

Star lined sidewalks littered with refuse of our broadcast society. New Aged Nanny junkies lost to the dream of white picket fences and two car garages. Needles, pipes and rolled up currency is a cheaper, instantaneous achievement. No Trophies adorn the wall but the square life hold low highs and gutter lows. A fall from capitalistic heaven lands on scorched earth.

A little sunshine for a state drenched in UV sins. Cancer starts at the capillaries and capsules litter the medicine cabinet. Leukemia remakes the population in Commish’s image. The great creator keeps a “Shield” and sullies his own image. A graven False Idol of an FX religion.

A misconception of freedom. 1000′s of choices for any kind of Hamburger but there is no brussels sprouts on the menu. Communism leaves the citizen waiting in lines for bread. In capitalism, we wait in lines for a million different types of bread. No freedom like the gas guzzling open road. No Freedom like choice, options, and accessories. No Freedom in free will.