we are caught in a
political middle here
in my u-s feel

I am not sure who
represents who or for what
in this my era

the two parties in
within, why not three but still
weimar fires burned

to pearl harbors and
speculated meets of men
who must shape futures

and I miss the x
the files of aliens seem so
tame compared to now

we conserve, to try
and preserve, using old ways
for new foes or new

thoughts on the old ways
will gibson, u saw this thing
babylon and she's

a beast riding on\
an ocean of ips, habits
distilled econos

and sheltered dreamers
from libertarian to
company strong holds

holding the rope for
the tug of war till this sprawl
is not only in

city form here, but yet
spirit and social, to see
Commies replaced

with wal marts and long
laments by guys who miss bill
clinton to complain

about starr wars, the
good OJ days, like trials and
the spirit of logs

good cheer as words are
here flickering forever
marking the past for

all time till the stone
in Daniel comes down to strike
the statue of clay feet