Minions and Onions...January 2013
We…
Me and my girl Mary…the Muffin Queen herself
blastin westward on I-70 across the crazy American Heartland
of our dreams
far gone into conclusion we’d reach Old Santa Fe tomorrow
auricularly grooving on Reverend Raunch and the Dope Smokin
Alter Boys
current devas of the Bible Beltway
They…
the minions of the mid west... from the prairie of the Great Plains …
veins flowing with the dust of that sacred and holy
geography…
(Mary’s geography, actually, herself bein of the prairie)
“ Let us meet amongst the minions on the field of onions" I suggest
“ How delicious! “ says she…” Minions and onions…I’ll make
soup"
the minions being salt of the earth, poisoning the soil
(and onions)
of the mid - American continent…Ohio Kansas
OH, HOLY KANSAS
from which Dorothy and Toto are on permanent vacation from…
where mad Americans drunk on the fear of living
beg the great questions of death…
”If you die today where will you spend ETERNITY?”
(when you die you’re
just dead…that’s it)
reptilian visionaries…what a weary bunch…
willingly waiting in line for misery at the fundamentally
evangelical
Church of the Rude Awakening
(House of the Un-risen Son to unbelieving unbelievers like
me)
congregated by a woebegone pitiful congregation
heads bent in worship of the existently non-existent
talking in low, whining voices
repeating over and over again “ yes…yes…yes. “
and so forth…
(I sensed the madness it put in them)
with expectant expectation for a Kansas
(it was such fun the first time, why not again – a jucy
crucy?)
violence bein a Christian - American tradition…
mad crazy Americans are addicted to it…
speakintongues holyrollin Christian soldiers
mouthfrothin ready to kill for Christ, mom and her apple
pies
no thought given to indecisive indecision
mindfully gripping an ephemeral sense of a real unreality
it’s what happens when you start losing your mind…
individually and collectively
We (again)…
Me and my girl Mary…the Muffin Queen herself
in a furiously flurry of agreed upon decisions
whereby deciding Holy Kansas to be Creep City
roar off at maximum boplicity across the remaining portions
of
the Sunflower
State
(leavin slack-jawed gaping faces in our absence)
out-pulling the gravity of fear inherent in the inheritance
of the
generally mad to be saved populous
onward and outward bein my motivational motto
out, out and away from that holysacredcow con game
no desire to travel that heavengoing highway to hell with
a busload of wingnuts
I also apparently suffering no unwillingness to sit
in soundly closed-minded judgement - without guilt or
reservation…
the Muffin Queen keeping mum on the subject as we roll on
into Colorado
After spending an
extensive number of years attempting to save the world from itself while living
in Olympia, Washington, Dan Ryan followed his sweetie to Minnie's Apple Crisp,
Missinota in July, 2012. Determined to approach life from a more obtuse angle,
he is now a thoroughly committed Zen slacker, practicing guilt-free attachment
to hanging out in coffee shops, reading all the wrong books, writing poetry,
and enjoying other sensual pleasures. No longer in search of truth, he is
instead looking for a good fantasy.
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