Nutopian Ramblings

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I'm 27 and used to be handsome:
don't know if I still am at all
but certainly not as striking as Kurt Cobain
who put me to shame
unplugged in New York
before turning himself into gory modern art
at 27

These days
I live on Memory Lane,
and even psych wards
(with the ancient screamers,
the melo-dramatic schizophrenics,
the highly scarred self-cutters
and the obese living dead)
seem glamorous,
and I wish I could have a wristband,
a Pepsi my mom brought in,
and take art therapy...
I mean, not truly,
but I have bizzare thoughts sometimes

For example,
though my expertise
is limited to a few college physics classes,
I believe that the universe
has always been and always shall be:
expanding and contracting,
big bangs leading to inter-stellar civilizations
back to that ultra-dense eight-ball
for another big-bang, evolutionary go around:
no Gods, no demons, no souls,
and the only meaning being that
which a wolf finds in a kill,
a scholar in a museum,
a sparrow in a crumb,
a philosopher in a forum,
a monkey in a plum,
a musician in a drum or guitar to strum,
and a Bohemian in a friend and a bottle of rum

See, I may take comfort in the facts
that I'm not the worst at word-smithing,
and though I'm not as handsome
as Kurt Donald Cobain,
with a thousand-dollar make-over
I might be as handsome as John Lennon
when he and Yoko
founded the state-less state of Nutopia
(with his over-sized, slightly-hooked nose
I'd feel quite comfortable
at a Nutopian party with Lennon,
and even more so were Yoko around
to steer girls away from John)

At any rate,
here was their declaration:
"We announce the birth of a conceptual country, NUTOPIA. Citizenship of the country can be obtained by declaration of your awareness of NUTOPIA. NUTOPIA has no land, no boundaries, no passports, only people. NUTOPIA has no laws other than cosmic. All people of NUTOPIA are ambassadors of the country. As two ambassadors of NUTOPIA, we ask for diplomatic immunity and recognition in the United Nations of our country and its people."

It is a declaration fitting
this global silicon age
and one I heartily embrace,
except for the provision suggesting
that only people may be ambassadors of Nutopia;
Surely alien beings from distant stars
(be they green, purple, or tentacled)
will also want this ambassador-ship,
and so we must not be Scalias
and take this declaration
in a strictly constructionist fashion

And, now,
to end with a haiku:

" Eve ate the apple
and freed us all from Eden ;
now we must share it "

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