Notices by Smalljones aka Paul Jones (smalljones@triangletoot.party)

The crops are all in
And the peaches are rotting
The oranges piled up
In their creosote dumps
You're flying 'em back
To the Mexican border
To spend all their money
To wade back again
Good bye to my Juan
Goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name
When you ride the big airplane
All they will call you
Will be "deportees"
https://youtu.be/pBE-oi0Pa6Q?feature=shared

@TNLNYC @thomasfuchs there is a legend and it may be true

@thomasfuchs @TNLNYC there was definitely the case of the main campus router being boiled alive when a steam pipe above it blew up. That damn thing melted like the Wicked Witch in the Wizard of Oz.

Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,

then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?

This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—

maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins—
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
[...]

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/39602/morning-56d21d30775c0