Author: hinzadw

legs cramped with metal wending thru baby racoon herds
arms twisted in swarming yellow finches
feet shuffling thru rollerderby of fossilfuelprofitcopbastards
headbackonground eyesclosed mostly hotsun bastardvideorollingclose santasunworkshop grindingtooltime
solidarity canine multitudes boxed rolling somewhere
zooperforming timewarp profitprisoners trapped
i was
cops are too stupid to figure out something better to do with their timeoonplanet

racist religion
genocide theft
enslavement
war economy
futureborrowed living
deceived
we are
capitalists and their captured are too greedy to figure out something better to do with their timeoonplanet

milky way
mountain vale
low fog in patches
leaving out
meetings petitions pleadings callingout shuttingdown
faced
we will
revolution and mass people rising will save timeonplanet

with michael and mary on a rock in a stream near cepowig
so called saltpeter sulfur and charcoal
both big and little in this short story
for count of fifty curled face down
twelve hundred thirty five days post fetus
with michael and mary on a rock in a stream near cepowig
part of the rock briefly
come from mink blue heron rainbow trout mother downy woodpecker

somewhere between pretending newborn held needing
and wanting to ride warrior on a great ball in space
the young child could have been the rock
as the gunpowder fell softly around
no better perspective than the skin of the dark gray rock
as the gunpowder falls softly around
pause in sorting the so many reasons why
same why different reasons
same reasons said differently why
as the gunpowder falls softly around
their why some future only theirs
with michael and mary on a rock in a stream near cepowig
for just a moment then
floating through mink blue heron rainbow trout mother downy woodpecker
with the gunpowder softly around

further east and south
a smaller sister stream
on an outcrop from deep below
where turtle plays possum or sleeps like she was washed up in a flood
crickets swim across the stream at the swimming hole
the whys resolve into dust scattered around
for all moments forty five months ago for ever now on
grandbeautiful babys sister mother
not napping but with michael and mary around a stream near cepowig
perfect ruckus the falling little gunpowder
until the great ocean is grandbeautiful baby

not sleeping poolside moonfilled night
edge of vale over two towering oaks
3 bright stars tetrahedron
turtle climbing up stardust mountains
goose migrating to ceiling of sky
porpoise diving opposite direction toward last sunset
over the hill past the vale under the towering oaks
i wished them to each and every
fire and burn dark red orange from pale blue grey
not sleeping they set into the right towering oak out of sight
no matter which
one was here one was made to come here one came here
tetrahedron dark red orange so many shifting shapes
-all prepositions- peace love understanding

how do you walk your mind racing on the beach north northeast
on the assateague island toward a huge eye of clouds reaching east
ready to sort the spinning earth rising sun
into a magnificent of ocean surface red orange pink light

how do you sit your ego pounding on firm wet sand toward the ball of fire
sending a beam strait from horizon across ocean on sand up thru your chest
shudder
sob

how do you walk back south southwest
watching jewels bejeweled just only now with red sun and pink orange sea
unbleached wet sand with black underneath for here now only jewels
spinning joyously toward your sun

and the southern ocean horizon rising like a wall up the sky
the whole ocean expanding

the planet you know
will not be here for your grandchildren save what we can
it is passed time to stop killing beautiful place

when i give you my word
you may keep it
close to your heart
use it

so briefly incarcerated but joyous
i am this place 
celebrating pain
it is right to bear it 
in every vein and cell
beautiful planet

we stood arms bent and locked.
you beat us apart with weapons.
now our arms are free and joyous
you beat your own chains 
into fragile iron to burn and smolder

jesus would be walking
names from other places
madison 
minneapolis 
saint paul
brainerd 
might rattle in their ears
as they walk for their stolen sister 
yes there was the sister
and so many more in between  
lovely earth
herds like statue 
herds like shellshocked soldiers standing in blasted fields
toward the many waters
left from the ice and
blood in the fodder
blood in the bovine breast milk
blood on the dusty snowmobile in the cluttered garage 
blood in the clay pigeons
blood served at the fire station summer picnic
blood in the baked pastries in the basements of their would be houses
might bring their godhead back to planet earth
they would turn around
float with jim down the mighty river
leaving out of the delta with the speed of their holy spirit 
somebody thought they saw them walking
saw them in the current
somebody thinks their sacraments mean something here
winds of red winged black birds
waters of sturgeon and pike.
but jesus never walked here
you fucking farming fools 
my fathers and mothers
land back