5 equals 5 in a gum
on a stuck
did i eat some more
i am full i am struck
sunburnt
my ears
are they talking about me
the fear
the right
coat check
the wrong
downfall
the jacket
too small
i guess
i fall
but not tripped over that in need of hemming
trip sat my own demise
minded the edge
when you walk it slightly rise
four eggs and an omelet
scrambled up a downspin
head was burning
light pins
light was blinding
kicked shins
nearly through me in
was the price to pay
for living in the niceties
a thousand men
i’ll call you now fleas
why not
a well fortified fortress of nihilist me’s
got him without a pen, the ink shark sank five dice into his head
the bus left before it last
we were all once commuters in the womb, we walked past
in the womb he walked past
then stopped for a seat and put a foot up on a leg
he sat there cross seated
looked like he’d just seen a lot so i sent ask
how are the stories, how have things gotten along?
he said “well,”
and then just let it fell, it came out what had happened that day
“There was a girl with ‘let’s take it back’ written on her back
she didn’t have a name, she didn’t have a face
but they were trying to make her known throughout the place
the town was still, it was morning pill but in a snap it wore off and then dawn took off
the storm, the whole thing, the breath taken in
exhaled then expelled she was chased around the bend in a way that it mite of been one of those happening agains
the thunder banged ding, dinners ready, town: let us in
though she had made it to the extended room
from a recent renovation, a rental room, no quick vacation
she was glad that the time was a draining monsoon
but the gutters aren’t better
than the ones they have down Heather
the lane where the rain is just in your brain
so thinking of the better spots in a house now pooling with people
she sat in the corner thinking, ‘now this why i can never have daughter’
the roof the roof how much more could she take
the roof the roof, the spot they’d yet to take
made her climb up on a book case and upper level partake
the rain it had just let up, the people didn’t look up
i held my book up, to pretend the moons a sun
i was shielding my eyes
standing shady under a no rain drop night sky
then she landed and said goodbye
from her perch, it was a long drop to fly
simple dollars and discerningcy
under light ice the celsius turned us free.”
And an end so abruptly
talking to me as a fellow commuter
the story man said “hey you remember that blank black screen”
what happened what happened?
“i can’t stay. stagnation in this same degradation”
but is that what happened?
“No i read her back and”
the man was off, moving away, downhill street
then we were soon born, babies then kids, maybe one day we will someday all meet
shuffling the storm
Through anarchism one can identify their bold opposition to oppression. It is the very nature of a capitalist society and a governmental society that the ratio of have’s to have not’s will be radically inequal to an irrepreable degree. It is a shame that the workers producing the goods we consume could not have their production reach such a speed to create such a surplus of products as to bring price down to a level where near everything imaginable was within the price of near anyone imaginable. If that was the case we would only have to worry about the inertia of resources running out in a society of waste with a thousand moving parts. A system where the necessities we all need, those which can be produced anywhere we walk, are instead centralised into handfuls of areas and produced in methods that turn away from basic understandings of quality and longevity. Pesticided and genetically engineered on gated factory farms far from the people who use them, then pinballed around through a grossly wasteful system of packaging and distribution, all to be purchased on neat shelves under fluorescent light. This method seems to suggest that we are all going down sooner or later and we mite as well chain everything all together so when a screw works its self out, we all fall together in a terrifying battery dead ipod dark age.
Is this the case though? Are we really locked into the only way things can be organized? Or is a different game possible? We have always moved forward inches by reshuffling the deck in a flurry of cards. Scarcely moving forward, but not at all caring as new players joined the table and new drinks were poured. A different game, a different hobby, a new table, something of a different order. That could move us light years to a new path. For we walk the same paths of our ancestor’s injustices. The ratios and distributions tell the same tale and are the tail of the same monster. And it is no surprise how this path weathers storms. We have kept the skies clear for things are cluttered. Things are more centralized than ever, we are more populated than ever, more polluted than ever, and the bombs are bigger than ever. Can we weather a storm forever though, and is every kind of storm within our capacity to weather?
We need to turn assumptions on their sides. Does everyone need to have a job and does not have a job mean sitting on your ass all day? Or in our life time will we get a chance to witness people trying something very new, perhaps clearing a new path?
a mass migration
star grubbing elation
all shrugged off in a pot of better
not looking for a drag of worse
stagnation
through every citadel and i’m molecualar cuz protozoa and the critters sleep solar
they sleep stolen over but they sleep in rock zone R
your occult summer camp ran over my gypsy caravan
now its disheveled
slime pedaled
at a no wheel rerun
flattened, grounded
but still moving soundless
till it whispers around a tree ring
it was the nicest pitched swimming
in a tent with a bunch of good things
water made you a good listener
diving down
tying an umbrella to the bottom, the underground
if they make trenches
we roll bubble wrap
too drunk
finger snaps
to ever attack or be attacked
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seven pages of my old shit that survived the great poetry purge of the time reality got stuck in the roller coaster car
it’s funny you don’t like bird chirps
they’ve all been put on vibrate
sky’s fixing the pipes today
you say they spoil the films we make
pieced together about yesterday
days that all get washed away
you’re running the projectors today
not you but it mite as well be
with a nod that presses play
soggy
racehorse
cinnamon
taste course
suppresses the appetite
but makes it taste just right
while finding some other shit to play
the films about the clearest days
filmed on location
where the worst day’s
cranberry rasins
and the lifestyle parachutes in through the roof
i’m transfixed by
the tasteless
i’d have some
if its stick shift
but it’s not
it’s just postcard
at best
statistic notecard
from the lands so very far away
you take me back
you’re good at that
i thank you lady
i dine to that
but at least let the birds have their ways
for the sake of no call backs
and you didn’t say that’s
i must add in
don’t ever make me die for that
i see other ways
i’m mining for that
a solar system near and so far away
manuscripts tweaked from all work and no play
or steep separations
day job degradation
the next leap should have happened today
