Thursday-Power Pissing

all the street-gutters are full with rain.... it dives down and rushes with a thrash-gushing down-sound. into dark concrete mouths all wet-get. from which I hear this speech, eery-hiss and oily: see it ascend through words the new skyscraper tomorrow; hear it hum through words on buses and trains "we make you; and we carve you out. we the medical companies and building companies, we the car company, money and language company, and the mind companies, the body companies...: we make you; we made you: we give you scripts: give you images, to shape and assure your moves, fill your dreams: we give you costumes, and stages too - we call them fashion, the bar, the mall - even give you belief, and challenges, escape - family, house, and holiday. all we want is your flesh a little while and bones; that you keep paying our bills; and that you forget all this about soul, and that you sit when we say, you stand when we say, and you keep quiet until the next you comes along." it was like a pissing sound