Veil shredding and clearing the room of smoke and mirrors. HEY, HO! These are such great words, they roll like thunder. I love fusticackle and the very concept of what's-in-it-for-me smog, and had to say it is SO! Sharp points, like needles in haystacks, you know it when you find it. I can't add much, but to say POWER comes from ugly strung-out poles and MOST of it is wasted in the circuit. What a metaphor...!

OH says
... the crap on tv, the bullshit in the
: newspapers, the fastfood bullmarket what's-in-it-for-me
: smog over everything we used to love, memory of food that
: used to taste good, politics, and its whore the who-cares
: economics of an oil-clogged sea otter's final fading dialog
: with the deep, the solitary tear of the old Navaho on the
: butte as the hot wind brings the snarl of Caterpillars
: gouging out cellars for lookalike houses from the pristine

: chaos of the desert, the tear rolling down a cheek rugged
: and windworn as the rocks, disappearing into the alkali
: gravel.

: Here's a hint, technowhore: it's a dog-eat-dog world only if
: you like the taste of dogmeat. And here's something for
: your resume: Power is the ultimate refuge for those who
: flee from love.

RB says:
Everything went wrong : when the fusticackle old "lord" of the Old
: Testament drove his Snakemobile with monster tires through
: The Garden and turned Paradise into a rut.