The Screaming Woke Me Up...

Fuck the clock... I smashed it weeks ago... it was the screaming that woke me up... too few posts, too many red pools... so it was the screaming , of those hit with the sledgehammer of bad luck, well-placed ball bearings, men with crocodile smiles, and monoliths burning football field tar pits of war machines and play money...

The Iraqis, the Sudanese, the Afghans, the Lebanese, the Israelis, the Somalis, the Pakistanis, the Sri Lankans, the Zimbabweans, and the Mexicans...

The Padillas, the Harkats, and the families of those lost souls near the green fields of Ireland...

And even "Yesterday"... yesterday screams, too, because tomorrow isn't looking that much better...

But why aren't we screaming back? Too busy shaking our heads at "real" criminals, like Paris, and Ben Mulroney? Are we too weak to lift up our hands and say, "What the fuck is this bullshit? I'm being led into what? I'm being led by whom? Sorry, buddy, but that's too far down and I can't swim that well..."

The remote is pretty heavy... the volume can go past 40... eventually, it's hard to distinguish the Screams from those on "24"...

You go, Jack... make us safe...

Yesterday screams, too...