Postcard from Earth
Am having a good time,
identifying iconic images;
most invaluable -- those intercepted
signals we studied from this planet.
Can conclude with confidence Im in
the county seat of capital.
a fellow named Leadbelly bellowed
its a bourgeois town.)
But Sheriff Ronbo rides the range
only when bandits get too close to the county line; he
passes the time with his white house, not horse.
I heard the British whorehouses
were shut down by the first sheriff,
while snapping shots of his monument
(a phallic tower topped with red lights,
blinking). Another has a statue
of a sheriff who freed some slaves,
to move out of town and help urban renewal.
Sometimes people with different interpretations
of the early sheriffs come from miles around
for their own rituals at the monuments,
Just saw one at the county library
(dont know what that means, but what a structure!
big enough for three whole sheriffs! and theyre renovating it
just for us tourists!), but this time they said
the library will not be used for political purposes.
This was from Doctor Dan, the sheriffs man
there (you remember, he once pointed out
to the committee of McCarthy,
idealism is misguided), as
they handcuffed the dirty
detractors from our way of life,
and took them away.
(Put a comma in:
the library will not be used,
for political purposes;
it has a catchy sound.)
The local paper printed the story
in the Style section, writing in a strange way,
called prose, not like us.
The idea is, if
you string together long lengths of lines, like
the President is correct that it is necessary to contain the communist
threat so that we wont have to fight a war with our boys in San
Diego but we should work for a negotiated solution ,
this is pure reason without emotion.
But the paper feels Ronbo
is crude; it says
he or she and oppose prejudice in its own
statements against terroristarab-Sandanista-KGBists.
The biggest poker game in these parts
goes on just outside town. The saloon keeper
is building an excellent establishment called university,
and says the stakes are high.
And a real shootout is brewing
between Ronbo and the town administration,
and he cant get rid of some Indians
camped across the street from his house --
some stories for another time; have to stop
now. Wish you were here
(from sometime in the early 1980s)
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