Cabin fever is setting in as food poisoning has kept me basically bed ridden for the last few days;
there is a constant noise in my head.
I should be doing something to help others less fortunate than “moi.”
Instead i do very little…
Privileged with wealth and health
through no effort of my own.
good fortune
Citizen
working poor
not too much fun
as i sit in my bathrobe
on a late Thursday afternoon,
high,
listening to kids play soccer
and the birds squirmish
The working day is almost done.
Capitalist
This morning, attended a general meeting, for a small junior mining company who believe because gold has been found in the mountains of Nevada it can also be found in the valleys. The stock trades at less than a dime and they’re the largest land holder in the state. An experienced geologist has a hunch that water samples collected in the desert will show similarities, in terms of mineralization, and those areas should be explored,
its obviously more complicated than that,
but basically that’s it.
It’s kind of a good story and a billion dollar producer has bought in,
four million dollars worth of drilling...and if they hit
I could get a bingo
from a dime to a dollar.
The vice president said
i could participate in a financing,
which i thought was nice
.07 common
and a free 1/2 warrant at .10
A million shares for 70k…
and 500 thousand free ones at a dime…
and with four million dollars being spent on drilling…
it’s a bet
The Unconscious conscious
world vision says I can buy a well
for 15k and help a village
in some starving part
of the world
THE QUESTION
Can i be a working poet,
an activist and
a stock market investor?
I ask a friend
He says not to worry
they all rhyme
and the popular author whom i have not read:
Wall Mart
2 employs 2 million poor Americans
and sells to families making under 30k,
which is half of America,
at a wage of $7 an hour
which for the third and second world would be good news…
the problem is the system
this we all know…
a 100k plus crowd lives well by all standards
except their own…
Is greed still good?
ME
off to an island,
populated by
liberal elites,
conservatives,
old hippies
and the usual suspects,
including Dr Ether
to look for a cabin
to “sink into my dreams”
Townes Van Zandt.
STREET
And the word on the street
my alcoholic homeless friend
has found an apartment
through a social agency
he’s a fuck nut
“home is where the heart is”
as my old girlfriend Linda Pasic use to espouse
My blog roll is cool…oops… i made it uncool.
an eighty year old heroin addict
living in a basement
of an apartment building
and sometimes
when his friends come over at 2AM
they bother other residents in this over 55 complex
he still hasn’t been evicted
so i don’t for see any problems.
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