I Awoke

Awoke

I awoke to mate, a shower, a note to a friend. No work, news greeted with

laughter a bike ride. a contemplation on VHS, Linklater,

Michigan, Portland. The Wilderness. neighbors moving

north now. Truck blocked driveway. Nas in earbuds.

Back to the warmth. Books in New England. Books in

California. Love on the shores of New Jersey. Dirty love.

Dirty dirty dirty love. Grand Central Station, romance the

romantic within. Lowell. Walden Pond rock. Pen dialogue

and dream of travels some more. Dream of new loves to

explore. It’s strange to see myself in distant

forms. Parents anniversary Father 60 years young.

Where will I be? Where will I be when? Dreamstates. Boyhood.

I awoke after sex no regrets, anxieties in my head, cuz shit your still wed,

and lying there in my bed. Drank smoothie, more mate

read poem watched Democracy Now. Drove sisters bright

blue Focus to work. Sweated in garden. Creedence Clearwater

Revival, Less Than Jake, Green Day. Tomato stakes made

from bamboo cut from behind shed. Meeting on the

computer systems workings. Talks of Fema Camps and

Martial Law, Derrick Jensen. Cal-Mag the smell of Neptune’s

Harvest in the sun.

I awoke showered drove to work on the roof, put bunk beds together

with screw guns and Mo-Town. St Vinny’s at it again.

See old friends at friends and drink to salute life.

Beach lightning Mazzy Star, Regina Spektor kissed me

to the morning light as I fell for you. Action Bronson

laughing and fucking and laughing and fucking.

I always knew it’d be like this. Smoke weed from plants

smoke weed don't do drugs Hallelujah, Eddie Vedder,

Brown Eyed Women and red grenadine waves crash to the

shore with purple hair and stars hours before holiday.

Amerikan independence at the false Indians expense.

Thirteen colonies genocided the real Amerika.

Fuck Nathans hot dogs and who can eat more than

who. You can’t own land its just part of the earth.

You can’t own land its just plants and dirt.

I awoke with a heavy heart cuz our love is surrounded by situations

beyond our control. Cleaned room Dylan singing shooting star,

and I thought of you. The girl I lost

my virginity to. Now married in Thailand and

“we don’t even talk any more.”

Boyz II Men, La Bouche, KC and Jo Jo, reminisce on

times before. The passage of trips me out. I still remember

every word, every hug, and heartache,

and kiss, and fight we ever had. Reading Kerouac.

Ashton Kutcher is Steve Jobs, and yea we both look

good in black. Sad projections on future engagements

estrangements and yea The Secrets real but so is intuition and

this feeling just won't go away.

I awoke. Hit bank rode bike to get beach badge because the

government owns the waves. Jumped in swam,

floated engulfed by the Atlantic. Listened to Stevie Wonder,

MxPx, Queen, New Order yeah my life has been a

series of bizarre love triangles. Natures Nutrition bought

fruit and beets and tofu and radishes.

Had a conversation with a cute girl with bright eyes,

read “Visions Of Cody” watched “The Counselor” in

dark suburban night. Ate pistachios rolled up hoop

house, pulled weeds out of planters as my mom read a book,

I awoke. Happy to be alive. Sun shining outside. Here and Now is what it is.

Not nearly Dead Yet this brief life I still live. Enjoy it while it lasts,

cuz it goes by so fast. Two chipmunks run past my feet

as I walk out the door. New York license plates radio

news Palestinian teenage boy burned by Israeli Zionists.

Garden State Parkway ride up north. Construction Lane Shift

Transit XM too, Beck, Peter Tosh, Jacob Miller, Toots,

The Wailing Wailers, The Ohio Players as I drive through

the rows of pines. Accident south side, hope everyones alright.

Merge up over Driscoll Bridge, Anthony Kiedis singing the blues.

Pearl Jam doesn’t wanna take what I can't give.

I stop in Clark pick up my friend. Live chimes in as

the angel closes her eyes. Your long tangled hair stuck

to my chin. Boy Meets World Girl. Topanga Corey back

at it again. R.E.M. Tinton Falls mile marker 101.9 WFAN

New York! Read poetry at Ginsberg’s grave with Paris.

Laid out books and pen and crystal. Read this one.

Just For Tonight. Graffiti 12th Cubical Mens Room

Syracuse Airport. ‘Back On Times Square,

Dreaming Of Times Square’ on film

no audio. Psychedelic mushroom left next to foot stone.

We leave two rocks. Back to apartment with dog that

bites my shorts. Down to beach in Mantoloking

rt. 35 drive by places i used to work. Urban Empire no more.

Sunoco's boarded up its doors. Cool wind under dunes texted

bout jamming and walks in the park.

Sold plant buds drank kava kava to self induce sleep.

Its kinda like prison these schedules we keep.

Built To Spill back into the glow song moment creation

leading to tune. Free form studio alone in room roots of

creation shaken the speaker stage sound now emotes emotion.

Played songs in back yard to the birds wishing I wasn’t alone.

“Alison”

my aim is true. my aim is true.

I awoke. To Prince garden festival getting paid to sit chat relax with J.

Contemplate life relationships while the band plays

underneath big green flowering tree pop up

tent. Wagon Wheel. I shot a man in Reno just to

watch him die. Hope I sing that song in Reno before

I watch me die. Hope I make it back to islands, new

islands, Africa, Central South Americas Alaska Canada

in between, Seychelles. Hope have midnight romance

in Paris, Greece, Make love in the streets-

Harmonica bend extent into emotions we feel.

Grab rain barrel squeeze into car Subaru OutBack.

Steal moments of time away in mind for later written poem.

I awoke. Awake ate fruit drank after blender macca cacao let out rims

of thought WBAI on drive the man make me need money,

the man make me need job, cute beautiful

woman-ness with bangs and smiles and laughs.

BT spray Organicide sunshine heat humid thunder

lightning storm threw night rain wet ground morning. I’m

mourning you and you haven't even left yet.

My pink phone makes smile in the light of moon beam

secure my being to the rest of the being that we make up.

Hospital ER foot puncture wound clean pebbles dirt

Dr same name. Lidocaine

burns shot Tetanus in arm shoulder muscle.

Marissa Alaska bound adventures

that I only wish I could take

she escape black hole Jersey

Shore pyramid scheme of success

New faces landscapes, earth forms

spiritual wandering reckoning of

the soul. I glow with passion and joy

for her and all she’ll do-

Pure worker, healer warrior of

the world-

Glad to be on same planet

at same time,

Comrade sisteren familia,

with love I hope you find yourself

exactly where your supposed to be

alwaysalways

and forever

write letters,

Pull weeds from the earth around plants that are more desirable,

I am a man

I am not a machine

Schedules don’t work right

for my body.

I write because the history of the world

is caught up in books,

The Police, Portishead the battle over contraceptives

and the woman's right

to prevent birth.

Silence the music of mind dirt under fingernails

on arms, kneecaps

youthful energy emotes

from gathered nuances of truth

Scoop doop she doop. Roll in mud

lick my tongue, ponder time creation

impermanence decay loss body inevitability

I love too much-

I love too hard-

Love dove love grub dollar from guy in park

Santa Barbara 2011.

Now present,

I saw you singing bold on stage belting out emotion raw

bitter sweet melody bleeding from under neath

the skin that is your lips. Arms circling around up

centered. Ain’t no use in calling out my name girl-

Hat flopped around ears blonde strands of hair

hanging angelic soft as you move room threw

vocal tone note,

and songs about love

always come

when theres no one

to kiss,

and songs deep on life

always come

when theres someone

to miss,

and yea girl I sing too

its good for the soul

but I’m just a poet

with a guitar,

trying to describe the magic

I saw,

In song...

I awoke chiropractic crack pen line precise in thought calibrated to the scale of now

Lebron Cleveland marriage at last yeah linger on with your pale blue

eyes, On The Count I fold clothes hangers write letter to prison cell

world apart I feel he’ll never get

out,

out,

out

out of my mind

out of the box, whats

expected

of poem

of me brain life

now

push

ing

30

I fear

loosing years

being stuck

in things I don’t want

to be stuck in -

live in states

I can’t grow up in

I awoke scared lonely yearning for travel yearning for love yearning

for something more. Lazy lazy day. Meatloaf the band

2 outta 3 ain’t bad, as we enter Jamaica Queens bridge

prophetic tone, yea

the money comes, and

the money goes

round and round

flirt some more

round and round

shirts on the floor

round and round

lips touching lips

round and round

drip drip drip

your hole around

my, -

I exist for this.

No seriously

scientifically speaking

this is what we

were born to do

Glasses push up nose

grows when you lie

and I cry all the time

when I’m lost in my mind

I fall in love every day

and my heart always breaks in its wake

tender tender moments

grab me from behind

whisper sweet in ear

warm breath on neck

make complete baby

I don’t care -

I awoke with a boner

and kinda having to pee

I dream of sex all day

and night -

I dream of dreams when

I’m asleep while I’m awake

I dream of things I want

that, when I die I just can’t take

possessions worthlessness embroidered on

my palm,

once you attain

then you are gone

life is a serious serious joke

and I haven't figured out the punch line

it happens and then it don’t

deal with dealt, smile

at least you felt something

while here,

I hear stories of loves

go un-noticed

I hear stories

girls and boys

and

women

and

men

I hear stories of

hearts and lovers

and friends

I hear stories

of stories now all

in my head,

forgotten

It’s better to burn out

don’t fade away

text message yes it matters today

pumpkins smashed bald head smiles

Joni Mitchell’s singing about California again

schools and prisons

poetry competitions, sensual women

with red lipstick and tight dresses

book deals

publication,

and I just want to pull your hair -

and bite ya lip -

and make you -

and lick your -

and I just want to

run my tongue up and down,

yeah I never cared much for rules

and how things are rationally supposed

to be done,

I like to live off instinct

off feeling off emotion off

love,

off what moves me

the box is not a natural shape

and life is something that we can’t

contain the essence of in our

preconceived beliefs of how things

are supposed to be,

me not right

but there is no wrong

the semantics of made up

words, we live in Babylon

Empire Church

yeah the money comes and

the money goes

like the fronts of storms

and our favorite shows,

we mourn the death

or our relationships

last breath

life support

checking our coats

at the door

as the rain lightning thunder

settles its way across the face of the moon.

I awoke, Stop Urban Sprawl! meet again at high noon, spray paint

note, Earth First Liberation Front Animal stories battle

for whats left,

as we drive circles, circles, circles, and circles around

Crater Lake peaks,

down 299 up Mt. Shasta, McCloud

toward Big Bend hot springs

soak with trees and bugs and streams and creeks

as we walk Redwoods talk

to us in our sleep, bound

by mission and life and passion,

LSD portals draw close to dirt

ants looking up vines climb

connected underneath inside

Free Palestine! Gaza Israeli terror

killing terror kill with bombs

and bullets,

It’s in your heard

West Bank

I awoke.

I awoke

I awoke

I awoke, movie script and classic, Dog Day Afternoon. Truth. Played music

sang songs for days to people, I make emotions tangible to the

eyes and ears. Yes artists don’t create just capture. It’s here with

or without us we just manipulate Deltron 3030 arrogance of ignorance

chanting USA Gorrillaz Mathew Powers dumpster dive squat article.

I awoke film study Buddha mind consciousness. Meditation mediates between

the unseen and that in which we touch. Spike Lee tears broken heart

purple sky sunset Bruce, Mason Jennings, Tara Dente, Brett Dennen,

the waves beat sand on pants clouds puffy clouds I wrote new song

blue email news eyes burn nose run. Wood Madison, I sift through

the ashes of time, I sift through the ashes of my mind. Now that you’re

not here what will I do? damn, that girl at the coffee shop

is cute. So many people in one place trying desperately not to look

each other in the eye. Don’t say hi, just pass on by. In another life

I cry for each one and say goodnight before they die. Easy as pie

just make sure you try to be present in moment, now -

sound, bring it back to the breath

sound, can’t wait to get that check

sound of planes getting shot down

sound of the little children in Arizona cages

sound of me letting go of my thoughts

trying to fulfill my dharma

sound of me taking a shit

reading a book

sound of me writing song to get over the blues

sound of my friends helping me with their tunes

playing the strings of my heart

sound of the end

sounds of the start

sounds

sounds

sounds

sounds

AAUUUUMMMMMMMMM

the greatest tragedies

are our own -

you say I’m quiet

but really your just talking

a bunch of stupid bullshit

and I don’t want

to partake

plus,

you have 2 ears

and one mouth for

a reason

so

shut the fuck up

so I can think!

I awoke, rain outside sister surgery wrote down dream, sadness consumes, lonley

in bloom, wish I was with you but not,

not again,

John Lennon

singing it too. Soulsation I turn my head I see you,

strangers and friends, I can’t pretend to be happy.

I barley even look you in the eye these days. At night

I call your name, feel like I might be insane going,

we might be estranged, we might be to blame

for our failures, the universe might tend to unfold as it should.

the universe tend to do as it could.

I awoke to records harmonica, clean record songs. The LP is not forgotten.

Will these songs live on when I’m gone? Will anyone care that I

was here? That I cared? That I shared these beautiful moments

with these beautiful people? Yes all beauty even the ones I don't

care for... will we be forgotten like ghosts in time? Nathan EP yea

it’s all in the eyes. Cooked vegetable Rocketeer organic farm

dirt from down street, I seek connection thats why I write this poem.

All one blanket so shake it before go. I know nothing at last. Fire

Under Paris and rocks and ass earth spinning under feet days weeks

months years,

letters piling up, moving through your fears stories tell in voices we

hear subconscious collect regret as love got away,

the girl with red lip stick

who reads poems invoking

sensual desires love good write

inspire the fire from the well spring

creatively flow

fixate on what makes you happy, on

what elevates the consciousness of soul

Joan Baez all I really wanna do,

stages small

filled with poets word breath

musicians left breast,

I awoke. Drove Hoboken, NY, the end of the line. Caught smiles with

blood with love with friendship in mind. Choked up don’t

cry joint down on the Lower East Side. Listened to mix CD

on train to upstate. Packed kissed held you in my arms.

Pennsylvania Station up past Yonkers as my dear friend

Tara sings about mountains and hills in my ear. Remember us

dancing stoned in paradise, you light up the moon babe romance

in the air. even if you’re there and I’m here watching the hudson

river wind its way north.

I awoke on a train, farms stretching like a giant great plain. Threw up

in bathroom small diarrhea smell. Gut wrenching heaves of

pizza that was supposed to be gluten free. South Bend Rudy

pass Chicago wait sleep on long wooden bench surrounded by

tall huge columns statues, and she's on my mind again,

feels like she always is these days and nights are getting cold

seasons change way. Illinois fades from the place John Hughes

movies capture to farm land, corn and wheat, Iowa black cow

pretty sunset. Drunkards yelling for attention on the Iron Horse.

Biggie Smalls is goin goin back to back to cali cali. To make

you feel my love theres nothing I wouldn’t do, for you to be here

now looking deep and sweet into my eyes, as the sun sets on

the west past trees and cars and god and farms the Supreme

heatwave has me wanting to get all dressed up and take you

by the hand dancing slow romantic for hours,

Nebraska night drive on through the sunset

I’ll always look back on these years with wonder

I wonder what you do right now

are you playing the guitar?

In the kitchen making eggs and pancakes?

are you listening to a record?

Pandora? a CD?

Have you been getting fucked up

and wild in Atlantic City?

Drinking miller light?

riding your quad?

Have you been waking with the sun?

Surfing Atlantic breaks?

Making juices, making money?

Making love that feels like love?

Have you been listening to Blind Melon?

The Dead? Burning patchouli dreaming of the west?

Thinking of the past?

Wondering why I left,

all those years ago?

Have you?

Have you been working in Thailand?

Listening to Dylan with the stars?

Have you been dancing?

Have you seen the threat of martial law?

Have you been thinking of me?

pumpkin picking, hay rides and all?

Have you been making plans in your mind?

Remembering the times we shared

in my room?

at the beach?

work?

rev lounge?

Have you seen the mansions?

Have you seen the squats?

Have you seen the wilderness?

Have you seen the rock formations

called the earth?

landscapes lost in suburban dreams?

I’m giving up on being normal

it dumb,

where we be if Jerry Garcia

went normal?

Kerouac?

Ginsberg?

Teeth fix schedule time work stop

not part of the puzzle

but part of the bigger puzzle of time.

Soup. Breakfast Johnny 99

taken from train with great

drunk dane. Thats 80’s party at Kingsley

I felt so alive. Hope I see you all again

before the end. This life has my mind

flying all the time,

so much beauty

so much pain

River mountain lake stream birds

box car oil car coal car Wisconsin Central line

blow holes threw mountain

rip trees so we can get around

remember me when I’m gone

Cat Power Colorado dawn

factory farm

and who knows

where the time goes

as it leaves us.

Peoples Climate March, Flood Wall St.

in my heart,

as rain falls

as rain falls on us

in Denver -

western expansion

has never stopped.

Horses whip tails

at flies, trucks leave

clouds of dust as they

drive down dirt roads.

Past oil wells, refineries

telephone poles, power plant

new condominium neighborhood

coolie cutter mess of the masses.

Relax and fall into action.

Home of Cassidy

story told of Richie Havens

show by Paco on Kauai

Woodstock dreams and vision

and reality and now

as train makes big loop

up and around I see

the city scape off in the distance

and i think of you Paco.

Union Pacific equipment

failure on track

delay above reservoir,

I awoke

took a phone call of you

telling me of show in Chico

overgrown baseball field

cattle guard grates

alongside CO River

as night-ness creeps in

I find myself at peace again

In rhythm with the wind

wilderness calms the spirit

technological trap keeps us

superficially connected at

all times, but true passionate

human connection is dying

I’m the sweetest thing

I think not

all part of same thing

sweet cheek creep freak

shake what your mamma gave you

money, so they say

is the root of all evil today

canyon engulfs I sleep alone in

seat upright dreaming of sex

dreaming of next step

in human evolution

love to make love on a dark

summer night

love to make love

brings us back to the light.

I look but its not there

can’t seem to find

the dark side of the moon.

I awoke

past Utah night in vein

Nevada pass watch sunrise

with old bride beyond mountain top

lounge car coffee. Heat soup buy

juice eat greens plus over

open sky. Reno divide undercover

fuzz take my stuff cross state lines.

wax e vape cookie break misdemeanor kid

“countries changing” “we don’t care about personal use”

Feds at station in Truckee. They don’t slow

wind way through High Sierra Nevada’s

not high enough, gave peanut butter back.

Back black on me, ride down into the valley

of palm trees and sun and I forgot about this place

I love the place I’ve hung my freedom

stability, my peace of mind on.

wonder what they think back home.

I awoke

Humboldt outlaw county

Police shoot unarm, greyhound

picture ride Russian driver, met kid

from Big Island in Bay area traffic commute.

compute the time of wine jug meth head crash

back to the Pacific at last.

Adbusters McDonalds Green Peace news

West Antarctica is melting, still we drive our cars

up and down coastal towns, tactic up step

old loves don't talk new world being cross

continental divide. Ride on babe, ride on.

Across the sky across the energy caught

up in the lie.

at friends, movie-esque dream sequence drug

life culture lives in repetitive monotonous

mundane existence. Ok we’ll go in a minute

I just gotta do more drugs. Health and human

services of free food, pimp system tax bracket

reparation card. Milk capitalisms utter of

freedom. Escape the bay wicked fun time

Gab Gift science before the time big knife.

Big dude on stage rhyme fast tight slick quick

laugh sack rapper. the taste in music in general

just sucks. Allows mediocre bullshit to be seen

as the norm, as good, as music, no soul, I can’t

get down with that shit.

Reds Pirates Athletics. Jeter’s last game. Giants

Dodgers free speech TV, The Royals, check balance

go walk. explore Eureka brain stem experience

wish car materialize itself with money too. I don’t know

Do do do. Dewy dewy decimal system.

Awoke, awake, I awoke

television football Ocean 11, remake, bad break, eat subway fresh

plastic bag grab rag french fry feast sweet pot. Car pull over ask

direction to bubble bag head shop, make hash, fam weed on lap.

Palm tree float down streets numbered 101, A to E, 14th. Dream a

dream. I can't speak to boredom anymore. Poison in the air. Everywhere

in here. Everywhere is here is everywhere that doesn’t exist,

list this tent card walk sequoia

Old Town found scene writers

talk microphone DJ record drink

bar inspiration flows hope find

artistic spontaneous epicenter of area

while I’m here

while I’m here

I’m still not really anywhere,

am I?

I awoke, stoned lazy slow start, lay around shower up out the door

to sunshine bright pastel farmers market galore, walk up

stream redwood conversation with self here going strong.

Sit in silence long pause thoughts on breath on next. Life

I check my head. I check my bed is the ground I sleep on.

Broke, moneyless love to meet some sweet sweet peop’s

in the trees. Wooded light favorite place to meet. On a trail

surrounded by ancient bark remnant past sister call back

phone break meditative stride. 3 channel bridge walk then

catch a ride. Cute girl from Santa Barbara into the town I like.

I awoke free spirit guide you to what you supposed to do. Plaza pretty

girls, guess what they say is true,

I guess what you pay will do,

float around, float on down

eucalyptus smile world over child

earth freaks unite and share

the bounty of our lives. combined

we all try to change the tides

put humans back right place in

harmony with ecosystem be nice

to each other cuz we’re all that we got.

be nice to our mother cuz we’re all

just a part.

I awoke,

I awoke, I awoke,

I spoke,

for minutes on a phone. Fog back sun breaks noon. Lust and passion and

bright moon truth, lives in bloom like flowers fragrant on our

silent silver spoon. Poverty Amerika, we all got our first world

blues. Open trash can theres always gonna find food. Prude

patience thin worn cuffs. Attitude of street kids think I ain’t street

enough. Think I custy. Sudsy swim through, don’t explain myself

to you. But I been too. I do what you do. Now got room. I publish

and shoot, bullets of proof. Reconciliation, grow fruit. Eat knowledge

of how they rob and they loot. Spiritual war subconscious ill and

the cure behind scene constant appraisal of facts science

technological movie screen phone work rush schedule distract back

to past conditioning of falsity duality, nihilistic approach to life...

beauty swells palm dwells in dwellings of kings throne lost in the sauce

of time. Time, time time is on my side, yes it is. John Stewart, Stephen

Colbert, future project on Toronto. Vancouver. Montreal Fringe Fest

Maine change gather rainbow kitchen wooded cabbage bring ring light.

Still civil unrest in Ferguson tonight. Wait work clip to life things in brain

we kill for change, don't work that way -

Colonial foundation we still race slaves. Mental judicial authoritative chains.

how many innocent put in early graves? Yogic breath work

release free feelings of bliss conscious happiness. Switch

paradigm global archaic order reset, virus spread, we virus.

Other virus to keep us in check? Check check please. Check

one two buckle my shoe. Three four theres so many doors.

Lose focus to see them all. More hang out nothing. Do nothing more.

Don't think too much, smile say hi. So many dogs all around this

town. Brown cloud surround from ground. Cars and lights,

bars and fights

blacks and whites

mental rest unite

one love, one planet

one life...

smoke fills room as I stare at you

enchanted as you conjure passion and pain

heartache yearning, lust love.

Its moments like this that I’ll think back on

when its done,

life impermanent this I hope not

love lasts forever and for always

so they say,

so they say,

pay to play

play to win

swim in the waters of

creation, babylonian connection

resurrection of indigenous life.

Earth the ground feet our guide birds

feather South Park lost caught MJ’s

mustache.

How do you spell mustache?

How do you spell blood bath?

we create in Iraq, Afghanistan, The Motherland

Syria began drone program disgrace to our base

culture on. Senseless arrogant violence that is U.S.

foreign policy. Quality control of souls, don’t give up

the fight. Don’t give up the fight. Don't give up the fight.

Eternal bright plight of human kind. Does kindness exist?

Does mindless insist? With this trick I trip into another place.

I sense another taste that is not in my mouth. As I speak

I conjure sections of weapons and blessings within.

This skin thick thin face bath eat sax forgot purpose drop

hard large Marge in charge of travel log. Madagascar Morocco

not another commercial man! not another rehearsal fam.

I awoke.

fear resistance, water sacred thanks to the forces that guide the earth.

That guide whats behind that. Thoughts materializing plant

spirit heal world. Heal each other. Heal self. Real self not

projection of what you want it to be.

what you want it to be?

you are what you see

not just what you keep,

in your dwelling -

The shelling of Middle East

Thanksgiving, Christmas, Halloween

Black black friday

gluttonous feasts of

the beast -

retreat to ways of old

before write

before Christ

and Muhammad

and all that we know

now breath breathe lung of future

past oxygenated drum beat of

all that shares air, and whats

not there, and don’t you even care?

what they doing over there?

killing our brothers and sisters

killing our forests and glaciers

killing soil, plant types

plankton insects

everything disconnect.

I awoke. From sleep -

tea bag mate leaves

smoke joint to face

finger picking good

sadness on mind as smoke rises

across room

she one day new man

not me, Rubin and Cherise

I wanna dance with you

haven’t gone a day without speaking in months

will we now?

my heart aches

up grade,

slide left to peak

then down again to sea, river level

your hair probably still in my room

3,000 miles away.

Fuck Columbus Day

trim snip quick bud

genocide rape celebrate

fake “finder” of the “new world”

even though people already there.

Land based culture rise from ash

of this age now,

Seattle socialist

shift change homestead break industry

capital gain false sense of progress

too many damn people on this earth

not enough art

not enough learned...

if the grocery store closed its doors

how would you eat?

if you had to find your way

with nothing but you and your cloths

what would you do?

what would you do?

what would you do?

if you awoke.

October 14. 2014

finished in - Eureka California

started in - Brick New Jersey