Cessation of correspondence

A long time ago in our sense of things, around fifty years ago and for a long time before that, was correspondence. Now there is instant communication anywhere on the planet, anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, except maybe the Everglades, or the Himalayas, or the forests of Guyana, especially near the waterfalls.

A freaky occurence happened, or happened a freaky occurence, I can't remember which, but anyway the result was that it all changed. At least it seemed it did. People still alive from that time said that even before it felt quite the same but everyone else was sure it was different. As different as LA is to one who hasn't had any need to go more than maybe 50 miles from his country home, and that was only once.

Time passes so slowly-quickly

I feel so healthy-sickly

feel like a cactus mellow

feel like a pillow prickly

I can't explain

the frame of reference is strained

It'll all just stay the same

til perspective is gained

I'm just sayin its plain what remains

some one sane must grind the grain

and be there to explain the stain

please refrain

from steppin with your muddy feet

on the carpet

steppin with your muddy feet, muddy feet

steppin with your muddy feet

on the carpet

steppin with your muddy feet, muddy feet

steppin with your muddy feet

on the carpet

lofty heights in the stratosphere

blast of stardust dont get near

or disappear into your fear

an example, no more beer

all yeast is dead

no more leavening no bread

resort to rot whisky instead

those were the days my friend turned red

She looks at me across the counter

more touch there than many hours

spent in pressured wondering stare

does she see what goes on there?

Probly seen it all before
what a bore must be a chore
victim of the focused beam
success ain't all that it seems

Eat your greens, drink your bread
what the world should be instead
very clear through gleaming glass
excercise and maybe fast
you might last until at last
the writ was wrote and graded passed