Corner View LLC is the name of the place that brought the
building where my disabled mother has lived in since a president was moved out
of The White House in the last days of Watergate and The South Bronx looked
like parts of Europe after World War II where Puerto Ricans were drafted in
huge numbers to fight The King of All Nazi Media. “Leave your furniture
behind,” barked a Hispanic by the name of Richard who said he’s ex-cop.
He wanted to give us bunk beds.
It was an offer of Paradise Management paving the road to
homelessness far from 24 dollars and trinkets offered to Indians to sell
Money-Making Manhattan.
The landlord’s representatives had concentrated some old
time residents to the other side of the building (with ‘corner views’ of brick
walls in some cases.) They pressured us
to move without lease to Burnside in The South Bronx, mother to shelters and
incinerators.
Anger should not cloud objectivity. Vision should be clear
as blue skies and infinite stars.
I see The City of Illegal Guns and Roses in shades of Nazism
or Dark Side of Capitalism.
Judgment Day reminds me of a legendary journalist behind a
desk with Eye In Sky logo.
“Get your story right,” said Walter Cronkite of CBS News and
Welcome Home slogans.
I imagine telling of my time on Earth before all the angels
and God interrupts me.
He wants to know if I’m speaking truth.
You’re God. Look into my brains.
Duh.
To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks: Real
Life Comic Book Cyber Journal Of The Better Angels Of Our Nature By Danny
Aponte of P.S 161
Chapter One: It was a dark and stormy knight of Jedi
journalism
Poetic justice is my first warning shot read loud like
thunder.
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