i left feeling labotomized; stiff, empty. After being in the psycheward you never knew what being a statue was. that was not the place.

On Lovett Rd in Hillsdale,
Entire area, with so many
cheap shelters to live in,
set for destruction by
Summer's end. Simply because
University of South Alabama
is searching for more rev
enue, going to build a
sports outhouse, game fields:
usual outcroppings of destitu
te americanism. Death is life~
and sunshine rises up from
tree-tops as another nite's
mist disperses from paved
roadways.

A party and parting yestereve,
thruoutin,abstract artimus, wallace:
music bouncing at wood beam cealings
of a dirt floor basemnet, one of two
underground spaces i've seen since
ever being in this southern reaches
of a continent now devided, in a
nation stuck claim with a name of
U.S.A.

who's looking out for all these new
movers?