i.
a very strange projectile has pierced me to the heart …
wiled away my will and left me weaker from the start.
i'm not sure what will save me or if there is a cure …
where to get help as i lay down and i bleed
i really am not sure.


ii.
the underlying spirit of this age is not so pretty.
i have come to rail against it shrieking from the television …
i speak of the enormity of good ol' boy conformity.
i have raised my fist and railed, registered my indignation.
i am so sick of all of this, the media distortions
and the sound bytes make me nauseous!

but even worse than that now is the way i have been paralyzed,
pulled apart and atomized, faceless as i sink down
in this concrete ditch and die.

-quentin robert de gameland,
ex-game inventor, consultant and philosophical stiff.










© 2008 KC wilder


  Download the song, "Like Paul Gauguin" - paul gauguin in ze 21st century- he came back - stuck his head in a long island diner - the door shut real fast and his head was crushed - it fell off his body completely - he looked up and said something in French i couldn't understand i found oot later all he said was "what am i doing on long island?"