at 14 I was already a revolutionary communist,
radical feminist, theosophist, anarchist, nihilist

my best friend in Middle School used to
talk me into cutting class to go see afternoon
Disney matinees at the dollar theater;
him having fond reveries of holding his mom
& dad's hands going in to see Song of
the South or Dumbo or Fantasia or Jungle
Book or Mary Poppins; I'd bring a big bag
of **** & we'd sit in the last row rolling joint
surrounded by clouds of sativa tripping
to the horrifyingly retro white supremacist
fantasies of weird Uncle Walt whose head was
said to be kept frozen beneath Disneyland

he'd try to defend this pablum comparing it to the
Sistine Chapel; I compared it to **** propaganda