Silence Is Something You Can Step On

Silence is something you can step on like dead weeds on a sunken grave.... like ancient worn paths to nowhere in particular, except to forgotten places you've already been to. I'm a battered button freak in a world without goose steps. Let us sacrifice our clothes to appease the screaming ghosts of the Final Solution. When you're naked everything tastes better, the clocks tick louder, a multitude of whispering voices sound gentler and the raging rivers of the land flow farther. Night time is the right time to be naked. When the dogs of war are snoring When the day's checker games have ceased When the throbbing vestal virgins beg for it. Being beaten is best when naked. One can show off the welts and feel exhilarated. One can feel close to God and the cool moist dirt around you. One can know what it is like to be digested by a spider. One can bleed and cry and plead for mercy to deaf ears. Coraggio! Coraggio! Basta! Basta!