sunrise in a small city

take your protein pills
while not a model of neatness
suspended plankton
warranted for (m)any voyage or climate
most delicate animal substances for sea stores and inland consumption
served up at any moment
fish in tin around the globe,
those mad landjobbers who didnt let the kings armynavy set fire
fire fire friendly colonizer fire
put bio in the tin can
brought the guano around the cape,
the tin can started stretching out
everywhere
even like a burrowing hollow black snake
genie of miracle stuffed in stoppered burned spewed
even bio like tin so to put bio in the bio can
stretching out
everywhere
even in the streets the kings armynavy set fire
even around the body and soul of every last comrade.
feeling the oxygen getting low,
you bio in the bio can pipe?
cry out
find the crack in the tin
travel in tight schools
feed and feed on plankton
even rise in shallow waters in a bright moon when you must
tear apart the tin
especially exquisitely welded Central Cell Block holding cells tin
where you cant help but know youre inside it
bio in tin can
miracle of supply
put your helmet on

mountains move as chromatic collection
long range
interacting filter wind water rock
waves and bolts of light soil life
plasma
mountains conduct earth to sky
very high
sky to earth
water to rock to water to rock infinitely
plasma
mountains bones valley to ridge
two and more
insolute ocean skin shedding waters
elements and eons trundling light
plasma
mountain is a pollinating cell
pressure solution honey of rock through ocean of water and air
filaments tendrils roots conducted to blossom
in your blood vessel of time
plasma
a mountain in fall is an aerial clime
for fifty or more so bumble bees
up from ground colony
circumnavigating mothers love to nurture
plasma
a mountain in fall is an uncertain time
for fifty or more so bumble bees
could be last foraging
only the mother herself our dearest lives on our
plasma
and for the one last foraging
bold and determined
love is plasma

mist from mineral washed hollows
lingers
ambiguous
conflicted
back into soil and skin
or up and further away
ultimate ocean
meanwhile the mountains
persist
giver of food for life
moulting each passing second
meanwhile the trees
quietly celebrate
in the sense of time
sipping the breakfast elixir
sunrise steaming mist
from mineral washed hollows

in mist filtering moonlight into water moving
slower than someone might be walking along
on a path where weapons were carried
by river living kin and spirit,
if moons pulled from past along wet black rope
could stretch over in seconds of centuries
glimmering water of coral of seas long moved away
green translucent chalcedony
iridescent flies and stones in wet grass moonlit darkness
dripping spider webs
long legs underneath center toward water
sides of webs slope up to gather
slope down to body mother earth
who loves swimmers in rivers in moonlight,
we hand hold by precious hand hold are come to understand
a jeweled dripping wet black rope is a line of hemp
passed hand to hand thru green briar and river of life
thru stolen work stolen land stolen rock of ages air we breathe water in our breathing cells;
whereas,
a pipe is a line to transport and burn and burn and transport
corroding steel thin wire
threadlike fragile under mountain thin skin caverns of wonder and glory
subcutaneous cancer mother throughout blessed body that nursed me
a hissing rusting pipe already leaving,
a line is a collecting
a rope of hemp asking and receiving welcome
mother of love and life,
resolved

appendix to 7 locks to over the falls (next train to clarksburg):
what will we do when the things stop
what if all the beautiful worlds in the universe
are in danger
what if there is more than one infinity
what if when i watch thinly veiled clouds sweeping
across the moon the reflection is somehow
our continents and seas and not the sun
what does the hawk deborah saw but i missed
think about the squirrel i see eating
nuts in the middle of razor wire
what if the sparrow landing on the outside ledge
of my jail slit window is a dead transwoman
or for that matter the fox trotting down
the road where sheriffs in vans drive in people
in shackles from human abusive courts of laws
or the groundhogs or mourning doves epecially
the one with a white-tipped tail or the
robins or crows or grackles or cardinals
in that quiet road to incarceration
from a narrow strip of honeysuckle and trees and brush
in front of a super highway
what is the fortune of the one or two buttercups
escaping the blade of the stand behind
mower who circled the jail riding five times
with sunglasses and a hat on
or the brown broad blade of grass
that i thought for a while was a moth
amazingly fluttering in one spot in the wind
and oh just one redwinged blackbird
like i used to see in great huge flocks
riding my aunts old white bicycle riding
thru farmland around my grandparents
van dyne near winnebago in summers
april isn’t cruel to me yet i’m 62 but one day
will it be
a yellow butterfly in and out of the rolls of razor wire
a blue bird my last two days once while i stretched toward the sun
in the basketball cell with grated openings
why was houses of light so beautiful to read
aloud under my breath four times over
at night so as not to wake my loquacious
celly from dc who < > to find < > years in jail
or the very young homeless man from
dc who lost his mother long ago and spat
and sang and soiled his cell and just
really needed medicine and love
or the man from < > who
spoke halting english and said thank
you sir whenever we talked who < > and is threatened with < >
years in jail
i think it all has to do with what we do
when the things stop
is the state of this world really what the jesus
i don’t believe is the child of god
any more than anyone else meant was the reason
for inventing forgiveness
the sheriffs brought me from the courthouse
to a jail for 2 weeks before taking me to
a supermax prison for 3 more weeks because
i wanted to convince some of 12 people that if we
don’t change in 2 years everything i’ve talked
about in this poem will start to not be here
so what is there after the things stop and life
has to take a pause for a few thousand years
there is only forgiveness

sky chart:
infinity in my heart
forever folding inward
is what i give to you
store of empty space
of galaxies beating
black holes bent upon themselves
only your soul,
feeding

excel naught:
i am stuck in a spreadsheet
of human misery where joy must be
column w
row 15
counted with another on hours constantly
the count adds up the count clears
some of our parts formulas capital feeding
battery of law – nullify life
some one cell screaming

turtle is earth:
if tortuguita were left to hug the earth
how many bullets will miss
from triggered programmed psycopaths who obviously spew their hatred
given the slightest chance, as if:
nobody ever loved them
hands disconnected from their souls
enslaved by algorythm
why
can we ever know the energy of hatred
weaponized hunger servitude surrendered autonomy
lostboys pack as tethered abused dogs
fear as fuel
selfish wasteful use of radiating fire stolen from our cache
evol i say
because we have had ample time to find each other
would we say love

as embers in the rich dark night written this way:
when we die
perhaps
we touch see smell hear taste
starlight that we are
briefly
for some of us
others a lingering look
everything given laid before us
exhaling electricity of cells
set free to separately radiate rejoin forever
those we love
memory of light
explosion of life,
afterglow

true crime rhyme:
gentle wisdom
black man borne into violence
force fearless
black mother bearing violence from out
last tempered blade soaked poultice
where is the rhyme
that is the point
world wide walk back
to thru savannah humbled
seven factorial or no generation

for someone from time to time:
i think you are one of the most very beautiful beings
on earth
were i to know you thru hovering chromatic olfactory survey
and inspection
would i descend straight into you following
a map
you are a flower i would visit first and often each
beautiful morning
cold curled hours of night have passed randomly as
they do
our meeting so brief so very long every once in
a while
so jampacked aloft with motion and sounds every where
am i
so grounded fragrant transluscent face radiating all ways
are you
we both hold spectacular mottled and damaged by too
early frost
who tips the balance crush of love only to our
breathing sun
so you wake each morning morning knowing every last drop of sunshine
knows how
beautiful you are
thanks you being alive

our just one life:
time as the light fixed with in us
momentarily
just as it is passing thru
energy as the way we use it
as we will
space as the will of others
being used
fate as the combination
to unlock one just truth
knowledge as the sentient sensation
thru and through and thru
beauty as perceived permutations
of the waste of truth

factory farming:
eating minotaur flesh
for breakfast lunch or dinner
snacks in between
rot from within to without
fetid chambers
pride poison cancer manufacture
walk out holding a thread
thru a maze of humility and respect
live eat die in light

gaia haiku:
inhale
universes created
exhale
universes destroyed
breathing soul of infinity

pulses in prison:
how is a basketball bouncing
heard thru concrete walls
like a heartbeat
and what of the rim ringing like a low metal bell

accidental garden:
notice the large round stone
gravel courtyard
locked in stories of cinder block and razor wire
in just narrow windows looking in
smooth sumac bittersweet paulownia growing dropped by the wind
slice of sunlight also from only above
marking time like a dial if someone would draw it
i hope i am gone
before weedwhackers attack it

sleepless in body of cells:
mito human chondria breathing
paired alone alone alone or empty in racing
pit
stop
rna poelease herding in or out or out or in
poe as a butler of exterior force
not edgar the writer who lurks about
as amniotic fluid in constant doubt
mere revelations
self sensa senseless ation
in heal or anus of some civil or zation
procla blockla asass inations
animatraumic robotic contrary gyrations
verse stopping tired tired sense less ations
kill in the buzz
brotherly sisterly fatherly motherly
lie with me lover of april engendered patientation

mary oliver and thinking on my 49cc scooter ride:
putt putt putt putt putt putt putt putt
back roads fields hay corn cows
small stream winding to bay marshy edge
owl,
almost head on night collision
giant snapper,
helped across tarmac
crow,
dusting shoulder in flight take off
deer,
glancing off front wheel fender slow oblique passing
black ice,
helmeted temple on road
bugs,
into a mouth whenever not closed,
suv headlights,
me in a ditch aside of the road
putt putt putt putt putt putt putt putt,
same back and forth destination
favorite leg of commmute to my ‘nation’

four dirty whitecream blockwalls two steel bunks
one steel sink commode
one scratched out shaving mirror above the steel sink
one steel deskette with one round steel secured seat
a window
six inches by six feet
razor wire fence narrow strip of trees
traffic on i-270 constant light at night
one ten stories horizontal light grey and charcoal stripes
then sky
nowhere else
well come with me on our quest to survive

it has come to this we sing we chant
swim stand before movement toward a great waterfall
of human debris toward over the top plummeting to be lost
quietly boiling cesspool
for fucking ever eternity
billie echoing into jupiter
luciano too
silenced machines slowly absorbed frigid blistering expanding space
without us
except random particles reverberating waves
hands on the human raft
slapping
shouts over deafening precipice
heard not heard
our momentum event paradise horizon

i saw hawk and dove flying together toward horizon of grey winter
closer closer melting together
banking turning a solitary eagle
higher higher almost lost in grey
diving straight toward me
larger larger
so much faster than this poem
me walking the open field
striking into me before the poem even started
paine intensely brief
despite the poem walking on in the field
stepping through ashes in tufts of grass
charred melted feathers human feet sticking hair
it wants to be beautiful
it wants to jog run jump taking flight
it wants to be a supremacist libtard lovechild
odiferous damask musk charred bone
hatching opening flower of your choice
moulting growing unfolding above and onto a mountaintop
valley of beautiful shattering sunlight neverlasting life

respect for e3
heroes of spirit caged yet free
walk in nights flourescent caves
tread deep rivers of scrutinized solitude
recon junkyards of their brothers schemes
chart uncharted worlds mind wandering
explore our human soul slaying
oppression
each and every breath

my lunar cell eyes track a waning half moon
across a very narow window in a cold block wall
wishing reflected new sun light a direct current
generating pillow soft warm sleep
sonorous breathing in time bundling dreams
left ear ringing resounding in right
universe
lullaby

when sailors climbed the sky
air borne
a folding knife is not a combustion engine
tank of fuel
truck of wheels at cross purpose freight in the hold
breaching from tarmac up toward floating upon ozone and volatile compounds
fallen sailor trapped driver starved whale in a heap in any case
spinning one quarter turn
land and begin rolling back on tarmac
debris flying people already running
very young woman riding shotgun saw everything
massively auburn hair summer ponytail
just across the jersey wall
inner outer coiled trachea
we drove on to maryland mountains of another era
almost eons
rusty fuel line several gas filters starting destiny and fe
same damn spot on the same damn freeway same damn 39 years 2 months later
arriving on banana bagel coffee rail and rail
walking past calvary catechism fritz and jeannettes beautiful faith avenue named georgia
gather pile in gms and more spanning tarmac
rolling slowing side by side
slower
breathing
stopping
coles ville road inner outer loop trachea
where a tumbling truck and trailer once came to rest another century
sitting on our tarmac climate emergency
sobbing in pain so many unbelted babies in that truck trailer
rolling sideways
applied physics tumbling tarmac over and over
people already running

capital figures of running throwing catching batswinging base ball money speech
every meta hero a self digitalizing trading card
with a meta multi lateral performance contract
random mistimed line drives base coach clap
capturing carbon tv audience radio active hydrogen leatherette gloves belts stocking suspenders snap
rain beyond sustainable check post meta funds game

washington nationals stadium pouring rain
meta lost fun house
dull game
as in aching pain
calories in brightly frozen plastic rain
meta happy thousands of billions in stadium dream
trope play
trope stop the play
very high rate of tropes per inning and frame
tarp covered field of base running shame

looking my depth and field search and scan meta concourses
stadium of thousands and rain
for you
and what you hold and take and give
not meta back

7 is i believe a random number in this case
park avenue
mosher water gaslight company walk east toward buried jones falls
south below first reservoir mountain volcanic royal
to over blastzone coming underground west virginia ohio beyond
centuries ago sunken station dragon fly thousands buried jones falls
cathedral preston howard seating sculptured rhythm
world warring many times from here
ivy green clean swim lanes staying in dolphin
massive ocean just back east deep and shallow bay
sitting buddha shoulder east peace love understanding willow oak
masons time of day crow conversation
west fitted stone vale to eutaw place
north a little northwest not passed north running east west west east
taut stepping necklace of poured concrete square circle triangle teardrop jewels
under would be thankful endeavoring hardwood canopy
would be like everything in around you me
catching throwing fielding arnold who was shot
laurens wilson blastzone east buried coast passenger rail
friends promenade exercise bluff buried jones night mythology falls
park avenue

7 is fountains passed thru
first 2 eyes bubbling up as if geothermally forced 30 strides apart
joy and sorrow evaporating straight up
one built slightly higher water pressure stronger
dark in a tree shadow choppy sea overflowing
squared off edged circular rim to sit upon
other same slightly shorter built subdued water rippling clear gray all ways
third a fountain of genocide
2 step strides all around 36 helpings of pie
around fragile fresh water raining gently from below world upside down
colonizers in a boat the rower with zombie blue glass eyes, walk away
north into a crepe myrtle glade fourth a fountain swan
gladed buffeted calling almost strait up with water on black shallow bowls
mid air time travel suspended a gurgling fotograff her spitting up west
black bowls pouring her water back east
longer north city glade step on moral compass between speeding cars
fifth in wild rose echinacea goldfinch sorts of flyosaurs
loving the small quiet four bowled water from a tiny topping tower
perfectly level dripping from bowl to bowl as the wind blows
back east to the bluff near buried jones falls
sixth and seventh signal each other
uphill fountain smaller shorter water flying sagging loop
quiet sound osage orange tree holding fruit
downhill fountain bigger taller water flying straiter up
old holly dispensing sparrows pigeons
sixth and seventh water yellow industrial pollution light green
nitrogen oxide epa non attainment yellow green
mostly squirrels children walkers canines benches, some sleepers
park avenue

7 is i believe water is a random number
with which to multiply the millions and billions of faucets and spigots of walkers of fountains
park avenue
my fascist treachery legacy

in the mountain not on it
is where the gift of rain falls
very same vault of many shaded sky
we live in might see behind
very same regulator of light in billions eyes
closing opening separate harmonics rhythms
in bent mountain
silence and forest field waters calls and moving in silence

very same messenger from was and will may be
entering the heart of every hero
which is every living thing
gift of rainfall
dreaming edge of valleys of sleep
very same vault of every shade of blue
red orange yellow indigo violet
haft of fall blade of fall
still and waving iris in tall grass
petals in every gradient of night and day
keepers in the wind in mountain trees
very same vault of threads of life
highest branches deepest roots
keepers of heroes
that are every living thing