capitol city, waterfront town, 
                  behemoths roam..... 
                  venting frustrations.....
                       Juneau, Alyeska
                           17 june 1979


       Alaska

Alaska,
land of mathematicians
           turned
wild, wooly and unwashed foresters
foraging
           in bars
           for tales to tell
of woodsy valor,
hordes of neo-beats/hipsters
     swarming
amidst tourists
     seeking thrills
(don't much matter
if the thrills are lies,
       we'll pretend it's real),
beautific escapees
            from an impacted
                      main-
                           land
            bloated with stories
      of brown bear honeyed madness,
watered down drinks
            and spruce tree
                 phantasmagoria,
      "Nature is where
                      it's at,"
            they cry out
while denying
            the naturalness
       of humankind

of real people
            whose hearts pump
      blood and passion,
and all these cries
            of naturalness
within
constricting trailer camps,
            tré trailer camps,
prefabricated lifestyles
            and jigsaw puzzle
                       condominiums,
condoms for a spastic/inorganic
            social schema,
denativized/disjointed Alaska,
coven village
                 of pseudo-mystics,
red-bearded clavern,
      red-necked,
and very much
a refraction
                  of USA nostalgia,
lacquered up replica
singing outmoded
      1940's flaccidity,
tar papered modalities
      straddling
verdant beauty,
chug-a-long hysteria
      intersticing
historical frustrations,
vastnes
                  birthing
a dearth of feeling,
      frontier types
unable to emote . . .
bound in
by bay, glacier,
      and awesome
isolation,
      S P A C E
the encombrium,

     the libation,
     and the salutation.
Alaska,
native land
of non natives
existentially journeying
into
the trappings
     of quasi-realization,
brutally reliving
past centuries,
     methodically
committing genocide,
yes, deny
the eskimos
aleuts,
athabaskans,
haida and tlingits
     their historical
     right 
     to live
     as their ancestors
                 lived
when Alaska
was their land,
kill them off,
     Amerika,
now, right now,
while fear
gnaws on your
     collective
manifest destiny
     mentality,
yes, butcher once again
those people
you purposely misunderstand,
ply them with missionary zeal
and other death breathing condiments,
herd them into bistros,
drown them with
your venereal realpolitik,

bloodbathe them one more time
until the land is soot, barren,
       and a fitting tribute
       to all that is interminable
       about the USA. . . .