karmic car horns honk as they walk down the aisle - a loud love celebrated quietly - a silly celebration celebrated without the feelings - was there any real need to be right? - she asked me if the queen was drinking, i never knew if i was the one to answer - my home town now melds into three or four - five if you count mexico as a town - eight if you count four days in krakow - eleven if you count an hour of heaven - i saw the circus was in town for an hour - jesus was a juggler - moses was mooseman - noah manned the bumper-karts and mary poured the drinks - i sat on the hay-bales, smoking a pipe and drinking something mary concocted me in a dirty old coffee cup - my beard was bushy - life was pushing too hard on me, getting in the way - id have to brush it aside like a machete man in the australian-wilde - sometimes i'd catch the train, on the belgrave/lilydale line - yeah, i pushed on peak hour - standing amoungst them all - pretending not to notice - drowning my consciousness with book, music, or vacant stares - trying not to make eye-contact for the third time - i wonder if they realised they in the presence of so much insignificance - i wonder if they'll know where they're going to sleep tonight - i imagine a spectacular end to the world - and wonder if the authorities will give us notice, or keep us blindfolded - i love to imagine a prepared end to the human race - everyone given at least a month to do and say all the things we should've and wouldn't have - a mad-month to get our shit together - a month of madness, sharing love and wealth and crime and a month to decide how we'll decide our last lost seconds of life on earth - im sure the internet will form mobs, and gather in public places - me? - i'll probably share some time between friends and music - im sure it'll be a great month for live music - but when the time came, i'd find myself somewhere - nowhere in particular - no where significant - i'll be with the people im with - im sure lady-elle will be there - im sure i'll have my face to the sky and a smile on my face for no reason at all - maybe i'll be happy - maybe i just won't care and i'll be happy enough that none of us have to care about the whole damn thing anymore - we'd sit down and talk about how we're not afraid to die, and i'd wonder if im telling the truth - i hope im preparing myself well enough - god knows we're a lifetime away from the buddhists - they know, as do i, you could spend a lifetime exploring one second of existence on earth - given the chance, i'd take that chance and risk it all - because it beats this, and i won
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