Little Hugh finds the RAGE!!?!

 Saturday 1/10 RAGE!!
-little Hugh finds the RAGE!!

Afraid to solo
but when I’m older than everyone else
    no one tells me shit
        i should know
and then its all over
    before its begun.

    Time doesn’t know
        about yesterday or tomorrow
    while dust gathers
            cars smash cars
    my parents live on and on
        thank Goddess!

How to rub shoulders?
    Ignoring the deeper truths.
        Studying life. Not anger.
            Rage ! ! !
                Not RAGE
                    Not RAGE
                        again!?

    What thoughts of freedom
are going through you, of
    life freedom!? Not
        death freedom!!
            Its all about being
        a Good boy, isn’t it?
    Deserve no spanking
            no incarceration
        no eviction
        no dry time
    dry out drunk.
It takes once-again-time
Once-again-time for any
    alcoholic they wish they
were a coffee-holic. (Still
a danger to themselves and others
but in a different area.)
        And no one wants
            to know not
        even Jesus Christ
            All-mighty the
                one
                and
                only
                savior
                of
                HELL.
        The savior of hell…

I wish someone else kept
    -my bank for me.
    -all lists for me.
    -all my dreams in a
        notebook I could read
        at my leisure when
        I get to heaven.
(and let it be known, my
    heaven is electro-acoustic.)
Digital hell mixup.
Analogue electro-acoustic
    nonsense heaven.

My suggestion:

Record each piece
    three times
    AND WITH a guest
            star.

thereby showing the 
        malleability.

        the draconian
                    malleability.

    And so you see, older Hugh,
there’s a target on your back. You
can go from the black dot to the
laser light red dot. I mean,
you’ll never actually SEE it,
    for real, the actual real glow
        of the laser light
            on your back
    
            (you are allowed to
                feel it
            just as Mama Earth
        feels the distant glow of Daughter 
Moon as she slides round
        her endlessly wide belly
    pulling tides and all glory!)

The laser red light of RAGE!
            In the night, RAGE!
            In the day, RAGE!
            All the money, RAGE!
            All the sorrows and
                    griefs in their arms,
                        RAGE!!

All the drippy dreams,
        the woo-woo wisdom
            of all the poets,
                    RAGE!

        Melting.
                The acid rain washing
                        Machine.

 Only the fighters
                    need comfort.