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Heart of the Hadron episode one

Saturday, March 4th, 2017

episode one

Heart of the Hadron episode one

‘Twas the Heart of the Hadron 2017
The janitor was cleaning beneath the machine
He couldn’t help notice every time he looked up
The odd cobalt colors of this massive pup

The hour was late, no one else was around
That’s when he heard that queer far-away sound
It sounded like buzzing inside of his neck
He dealt with a chill and then thought what the heck

Gargantuan though this Collider might be
The subterranean hole could fit three
The janitor felt sure that no one would care
If he placed a nylon rope hammok down there

And many a night when the mopping was through
The janitor dreamed of the things he would do
By climbing atop the great cobalt machine
He visited places not previously seen

Anyway, this one particular night
The monolith hummed and glowed curious light
The janitor finally climbed up to the top
And sat where the reddish light came to a stop

He thought he could feel imperceptible movement
His balance was poor so he clung for improvement
And that’s when the ‘lectric red humming began
A bright light from somewhere beam gave him a scan

He sat on the top, let go of his mop and looked at the floor to see where it would drop

Bells started ringing, phone channels singing and things like big springs did their thing, started springing

He clutched the machine for all he was worth
Somehow innately knew this was rebirth
He stretched out his arms and he clung to its girth
A bright shiny surface reflected his mirth

Doors all flung open and people poured in
Scientists didn’t know where to begin
The janitors ride took them all by surprise
Evidenced in all their wild wide eyes

Rotations accelerated by the minute
A gaseous mist was his cloak- he was in it
Cobalt then red then to blue and maroon
In two seconds flat he went right past the Moon

Where on the dark side he could see all the bases
And all the surprised looks on all the faces
Cities and building and big quansett huts
Built for what purpose known only to nuts

Then off to Mars where a lovely red planet
Brought to his mind his first girlfriend named Janet
Oh but if she could just see me right now
Janitor no, she’d be like, “Holy cow!”

And off to one planetoid after another
Saying goodbye to his Earth and his mother
One last look back and then boldly go on
Perhaps where the Comets and angels had gone

While back in the hole where it all used to be
Authorities asked “Tell us, what did you see?”
But the scientists were all so caught up in the numbers
You could have got better info from cucumbers

That’s when they noticed beyond all belief
The mop, like a horse stood there ready to leave
Glowing and bucking and ready to bolt
But who had the courage to ride on this colt?

Back out in space, the janitor zoomed
Out past where Horsehead the nebula plumed
The vibrating Hadron had put him to sleep
He now was the cosmos forever to keep

joey racano

Inauguration Alternative 2017

Friday, January 20th, 2017

‘RAC the vote’

‘In a world of deregulation
a long line of losers, especially our nation
Perhaps when seas rise 20 more feet
Both democrats and republicans will go down to defeat’

Dear friends, Romans, Activists and Americans,

It is with great hope in one hand and nylon rope in the other that I come before you this January morning. With my heart on my sleeve, Sandra on my arm and a pounding in my temples and chest, I lay at your feet but a simple request. If the last 36 months have seen the planet host a one half degree rise in temperature and yet the focus of our conversation be whether or not we allow Exxon full run of the U.S. State Department, may I submit I would rather have a bottle in front of me than such a frontal lobotomy.

Perhaps like me, you are finding it hard to wrap your mind around the prospect of an outgoing president who has been at war every single day of two presidential terms, at the same time welcoming in an even more warlike president. These are the great questions, no one can answer and none should ever have had to ask. I am no angel. During my days on Earth, I have been guilty of grabbing a pussy or two. But never without permission, for fear of jail and or a black eye. But I wasn’t an actual billionairre at the time. So who am I to judge?

Unlike many other Americans, I see the ‘wall’ for what it is, a wall to keep Americans in place even as they live under more and more squalid conditions, rather than some safety membrane erected on our behalf. It is already common knowledge that Americans are the new Mexicans, in as much as Canada doesn’t want us because they know we are willing to work for lower pay than their own workers. I got a letter in the snail mail a few days back asking if I would be willing to sign on to an investigation of Hillary Clinton for indiscretions various and sundry. I was so angry at what she and the DNC did to Bernie Sanders supporters in the primary that I almost signed, but then I realized we as a nation will never get anywhere until we prosecute Bush and Cheney for their many treasonous crimes, including revealing the name of a CIA agent to the media in order to divert attention from their own lies about Iraq and WMD’s.

So I didn’t sign. But I did reel under a resurgence of memories of another awful time in US history, when a million people were on the verge of death, and many otherwise literate and functioning Americans seemed to be caught up in the same mob mentality as black tipped reef sharks turning on their schoolmates in a feeding frenzy.

As we all await tomorrows new beginning, when the Endangered Species Act becomes more endangered than the endangered species it was written to protect, when the courts become stacked with far right appointments, some for life, I can only close my red eyes and picture myself climbing, hand in hand and arm in arm with the late Dr. Martin Luther King and imagining us together scaling Mount Kilimanjaro and finding, against all odds, snow still at the summit. I picture myself sailing with Captain Paul Watson, hurling rancid butter in the eyes of would be whale harpooners, or even in a cell being monitored 24 7 for seven years with American hero and whistle blower Chelsea Manning.

And through it all, the only hope we have is that Mother Earth won’t leave us behind. That the cosmos won’t take away the gold stars we were given when we took the wheel of spaceship Earth. Instead of tomorrows fascist, football deflating, flag waving, pussy grabbing, stealth bomber fly-over spectacle of barbarism at the newest incarnation of the Roman Colosseum, I will instead join you all in spirit, all the while looking up into the comforting patter of a January rain. The wind, the birds, the clouds and all of the real wealth we are blessed with will still be there, as it will be always and forever. And I ask for no more.

Joey Racano
January 19th, 2017

Sacred Unions

Thursday, February 6th, 2014
Sacred Union

Sacred Union

Sacred Unions

The year of the horse runs its course
through valleys filled with snow
Distant cries fill Northern skies
and Borealis begins to glow

A hunters moon sheds its gold cocoon
and wolves begin to howl
The equinox opens up its box
for the solar winds to growl

Aurora slashes and her light storm flashes
taming a dark expanse
Her twin down south uses a fiery mouth
to encapsulate the worlds romance

Far below in the land of snow
the gathering of the pack
A timeless game that always ends the same
when the wolves begin to track

A signal here and a silence there
Hooves slow in a powdery snow
The quiet turns to din as the pack closes in
Led above by the raven and crow

Auroura Borealis entwines with the Australis
Sunlight making love in the ionosphere
A Wolf in his palace, kills without malice
Behold these Sacred Unions of the Atmosphere

jr