fourth of july.
   i’ve counted
six thousand and twenty-six firecracker’s
boom!  already.
   boom!     boom!
got some drunken girl next door
running out naked every hour on the hour
firing off in indiscriminate directions
a thirty round clip from
an M2 submachine gun.
shit!          someone might
call the cops
exceptin’ her husband,
who’s the chief of police,
is laying out on the front lawn
passed out in uniform,
all vomited and pissed,
a burnt-out sparkler jutting
majestically from his mouth.
ka—boom!             a massive gunpowdered steel-nosed
acme rocket pierces aluminum-sided wall
and explodes in brilliant festivity in my living room.
i sit studiously considering the roman
of this mutant roman candle thinking
…somewhere tacitus turning in his grave.
but what the hell!      screw tacitus!
it’s the fourth!
the day when all good, patriotic
maniacs of America are proudly lunaticing
their minds in uproarious prankstering merriment
and deep dragon volcano booms!
singing all the while:
remember Lexington!        remember Concord!
remember to buy more beer!
hell, yes!     hell, yes!
and i, too, a maniac!
a real fucking yankee doodle maniac!
up now with sufficient wine
and out to the backyard
with assorted red, white, and blue cherry bombs,
mosaicing Old Glory in potent resplendence
my prize Ohioan humus rose garden.
then   ignite!      and:
earth and flower petals
in a grand simultaneous-exploding     jack—a—room!    delight.
o, joyous good American smoke and dust!
and i, then, dancing the earth with the drunken tears
of a flag-loving, fist-waving patriot, screaming:
jack—a—room!         jack—a—room!
may you ever boom!, America
long may you boom!

Okay...so I'm either crazy or I'm drunk.

But I am drunk!

So I'm not crazy right?  Wrong...maybe.  The deductive logic operator for "or" indicates one or the other, or both!

So though drunk, I could still be crazy!

*confession mode off*

You say, "What do you mean by:
*confession mode off*,
you never turned it on!"

Damn, right.  No confessions here.  I'll admit to nothing!  But I did promise this girl I just shared a beer with that I'd mention her name. Evie--E-V-I-E.  There--obligation fulfilled.  God bless her with her black eye, bruises, gun-in-her-purse, and all.  But she wanted to make love, not war.

But when she asked and I told her all that I do, she didn't believe me!  I told her I was a fed, and a professor, and a freelance network consultant, and a wallpaperer/painter.  She smiled a big smile of disbelief at my final pronouncement.  Like "Okay, I'll give you the refined professional stuff but no tradesman crap!"  But damn, I've not only painted houses, but actually worked in the paint factory and made the very paint (Benjamin Moore) with which I've later painted houses.  She started making up crap about herself working for NASA and "X-files stuff" and experimentations gone awry.  Hell, that sounded about right to me!  Here, have a beer!  Have another beer!

Did i say I was crazy?  Well, it doesn't mean I'm not drunk.

Here's my "Reflection of Days", blogged yesterday, reworked through various translations of the Systran translation engine.  The iterated churning here was from English to French to English to Spanish to English to German to French to English.  Not bad for a bastard from Babel! In fact, I think it is marvelous!! It transformed me into the Sun God, Ra!!

A reflexion of the days

I see enormous red shineness of a luminosity,
ballness, irreprochable persisting
and with the increase in the sun always see this morning me
that it always held, a being indicated in more of the buildings
of the medium of the city and memory the pressure
to soon regard these buildings as certificates totemic nowness
the sun (or with the spirit now). 
I am still the sun which approaches again at the other horizon
(indirectly, by the similar certificate totemic) conclusionary scarlethood.
couldn't I it always heat,
of the celestial Incandescence direct of this day
however of much of days,
only believes each day of my experiment worldly to be? 

My Vista is good
and me worshipfully
remembers to me
with these things.

Thanks to Valkyr for posting the engine on his blog as an assist!