The Slip-ins

"The Slip-ins" Why should I continue to write these feathery songs, these blanched banjo tomes, these wilting poésies of a lost little life ever circling like a memory stone thrown across a lake of discontent into the bottom of a dark pond where the sulphar trolls with their attached pilot fish of no kingdom come spin their spindly venomous and childish reasons along their tongues those sticky webs like a cast net toads reeling blue flies in smiling at all the joy stolen where they store the chord of me silent and vibrationally buzzing like a good mummy for later feeding, I am trapped in the blistering better knowledge of those angry joyless monsters who like love-hungry creepers slip in ripping me away, pulling me down far away from Blue Sky Candide Diderot. ‘25 “Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”/Lewis Carroll “War is an absolute failure of imagination, scientific and political. That a war can be represented as helping a people to 'feel good' about themselves, or their country, is a measure of that failure."/Adrienne Rich “War is an invention of the human mind. The human mind can invent peace.”/Norman Cousins “There are not more than five musical notes, yet the combinations of these five give rise to more melodies than can ever be heard.” / Sun Tzu, The Art of War “Imagine”/ John Lennon (Lyrics).