Planet Earth Currently reflecting on Brick Animals in Glass Houses that don't realize Harm here is Harm there is Harm Everywhere. I don't just write it, I Live It!
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America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go **** yourself with your atom bomb. I don't feel good don't bother me. I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind. America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes? When will you look at yourself through the grave? When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites? America why are your libraries full of tears? America when will you send your eggs to India? I'm sick of your insane demands. When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks? America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world. Your machinery is too much for me. You made me want to be a saint. There must be some other way to settle this argument. Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister. Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke? I'm trying to come to the point. I refuse to give up my obsession. America stop pushing I know what I'm doing. America the plum blossoms are falling. I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for ******. America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies. America I used to be a communist when I was a kid I'm not sorry. I smoke marijuana every chance I get. I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet. When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid. My mind is made up there's going to be trouble. You should have seen me reading Marx. My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right. I won't say the Lord's Prayer. I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations. America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia.
I'm addressing you. Are you going to let your emotional life be run by Time Magazine? I'm obsessed by Time Magazine. I read it every week. Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore. I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library. It's always telling me about responsibility. Business- men are serious. Movie producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me. It occurs to me that I am America. I am talking to myself again.
Asia is rising against me. I haven't got a chinaman's chance. I'd better consider my national resources. My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of ******* an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles an hour and twenty-five-thousand mental institutions. I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underprivileged who live in my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns. I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go. My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic. America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood? I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his automobiles more so they're all different sexes. America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe America free Tom Mooney America save the Spanish Loyalists America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die America I am the Scottsboro boys. America when I was seven momma took me to Com- munist Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the workers it was all so sin- cere you have no idea what a good thing the party was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have been a spy. America you don't really want to go to war. America it's them bad Russians. Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians. The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take our cars from out our garages. Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Readers' Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingsta- tions. That no good. Ugh. Him make Indians learn read. Him need ******* *******. Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help. America this is quite serious. America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set. America is this correct? I'd better get right down to the job. It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway. America I'm putting my ***** shoulder to the wheel.
Things Fall Apart As All Things Do This universe holds the thread and we are spinning too Through gravity , magnetism is key particularly mandalas woven liquid glass her folded phalanges
Amen, for Food to digest but still met with ill repute and Infinite Jest 8 is great! but 9 is lucky and 10’s the best Work with what I have Wait, and watch my will I have tricks in my vest Not to mention a footprint proof chest No ego for eyes times 2 kNOw rest Elastic limbs twined by my cleaver clasp It will be fine this too shall pass But Mourning desires birth hungers and how much longer this must last?
Awoken in my web whilst the wind whispers late be it a lost locust or flies in my plate? be it a dream, or not what it seems? should I snooze sleep to continue my dream?...
NO I cannot delay Hustle and Flow Or destiny may get away Eve in the hungry owl rests none day or night but between sustenance and affirmation has become to Its diet
So man waits perched in the thick of it may not thi s tillness be in vain May not my Solitude leave me slain I meditate on the overcoming Victory in-spite of my plight Aim my arrow high ahead though my target out of sight May my idioms take flight May they reach destined site
I've laced Arrows of many colors for Hearts and Minds Blood and Tears Hit or Miss my fingers still tremble under tension and Fears
But the only way to fly is to let it go Things Fall Apart but you've got to let it go. Now Let IT Go!
My life is justice thread posted in a Spider's web only God knows Just us 4 Tray bombs or Buzz cuts I'm just to bee or not too Be-long wrapped in cocoon or a silky pill to feed
A Spider's Will Indeed On pace we all finish this race
ToGetHer Too “buy” into Becoming the blood of a different Race That spins in Its bit’s web by a single Thread Holding onto
As All Things Do
Like thoughts in my mind...
As The Universe Grew
Dedicated to: Spiderman and Charlotte and Ittsy Bittsy and those called four eyes and TOO weird or ****, dumb, spacey, or too different. Who's love was reciprocated with hate. For Those who dared and those who don't dare for fear of failure. This prayer was woven for you to Let go and let God (by any name) You are what you worship and what you worship makes you more than mere ****/man. Be the Jah you wish to see in the world! Suggested listening: Frou Frou - Let Go
Pitter patter patterns ******* water on 2 Window s ills slither slather slip purr wee wind whistles thru two tree pick s ee's nestled tween the teeth grips silhouetted skyline sunlit tea cups how sweet it is 2 whittle time 4 love and space slow settled be twin hill splits and mind sits my flesh is DITHER dimpled by the thrill of it.
This is not a love poem this is an I love you do you love me like I love you poem do you know me like you think you do poem this is a would you be disappointed if you did poem an I have been feeling the chilling of the air and I cant tell if it is just the fault of the season or if you, too, are cooling whatever heat you had for me browning and falling and crumbling between my fingers like the leaves of these oak trees in november poem a what would I need to do to keep us warm poem and this is also an I may be completely mistaken poem an it was seventy degrees today poem this is a show me I am completely mistaken poem
Those who choose to dig deeper must be willing to accept the dirt as truth and the mess as proof The only resolve is sharing tha loot with those who seek not to be aloof those who can recycle improve reuse Otherwise your pursuit becomes futile and vanity in roots That holds you trapped in a place that never bore fruit.
Like a Pirate Tied to a ship who's sunken into frozen winter drifts Yelling at everyone who passes by Uneffected Bitter Colder Less Productive An Ivory Tusk Burned in private on public telivision
What is gained in the retelling and redistribution of historic ills should always be measured by the need and desire to cultivate future enrichment and wisdom from the source not fashioned into a rusted sword to beheld in anger and revenge... That is to say the value in revitalizing history is never found in giving it teeth but giving it light and understanding.