Those mice will stop their playing now that the cat’s got his bombing on. I swear the grainy footage from this war is better than the grainy pictures from the last. While the cat’s away and all . . . It’s a story we tell ourselves, but now the cat’s got his bomb on. It’s … More The Cat Got His Bomb On
We’ve already skipped the first step, wherever we start. Besides, the spoon never tastes the soup anyway. Sure, there’s meaning in a jet way up, but down in the ditch the air is sliced other ways. The ones today who kill or love are history already from the air, from the future. Yes, life’s unreason … More The Little Picture
1. –I’m done with war, that’s my point. 2. You ain’t better than the guy you’re killin’. 3. Five tours, not hit once. What is that? 4. If I’d followed you guys, been middle class, I would’ve stayed home.
Always the world is going to hell; most of the time, it’s already there. It’s up to where you’re standing. Cataclysms coming, cataclysms gone, the scars on mind and skin, yet hardly a dint in the air on each fine morning. It’s parable, the sun- rise. It’s inevit- able. It’s arriving.