Lonely Ranger - Gary Dumm

OUR NOOSE

a circle is not a length of rope. a coil of rope is not the length of a man. it does not repeat itself. government repeats itself. we have the government we deserve. we shall not want and therefore plenty of rope. we have been fitted out for our mission. this is our noose but we have no body armor. without our body armor we are often without protection. at home we get the protection we deserve when we are in our body armor. we are in our lunar module in outer space and we did not ask for this and there is only one direction and it is an appetite for atmosphere. it is an appetite for government. an appetite for our church and we very much like the way our church operates. we like the daylight and we like the atmosphere. we do not like the rotation of this moon. we do not like this atmosphere and there is no christmas here and no spring.

there is only moon. we have no name for this desert. only a bell a tall man penetrates. the lurching sky with many spires is not a government and sometimes the sky beneath our boots is a length of rope and surrounds us. therefore we have an appetite for government. therefore we measure the sky. sky which is ringing all day like a short man with red socks on.

George Wallace

 

"The mind's deepest desire, even in its most elaborate operations, parallels man's uncounscious feelings in the face of his universe: it is an insistence upon familiarity, an appetite for clarity. Understanding the world for a man is reducing it to the human, stamping it with his seal."

- Albert Camus, from "The Myth of Sisyphus"

 

I DON'T WANNA SET THE WORLD ON FIRE

We all need to go to our rooms
because we’ve been bad
and the President especially,

he’s been the baddest.
I hope they have a room large enough
for him at the White House.

Misbehavior on a global scale
requires a large room, very bright lights,
twenty-four hour Marine guard.

I just need a small room
because, while I think globally,
I only misbehave locally.

setting small, strategic fires
around the neighborhood.
The President, he’s a planetary pyromaniac.

Jack McGuane