Someone keeps shaking my tree
And rocking my world.
Lief, trunk, limbs full of unfinished work
I am barking mad with it.

Baring teeth, snarling and howling,
Still they keep ******* back.
I call their game Diamondback, Python,
Buck and let the cameras roll on.

*******, ******* for peeking our Game
You're playing against Queen Roo,
I dispatched the Conqueroo
They made sauce of you.

I showed you how this game is played
We don't entertain snakes.
Hop, shuffle, step, fa lap, step, stomp
You had set the wheel in motion.

You're merely a time step to take back.

burn the light of fire
and wax the ears of injustice.

chide the moon
and bid ado to the reckless sun.

count the blessings of misfortunes
and wave verbs in the air--
breathing the hopeful breaths of married sandals

Label the pains of a billion rain drops and fawn the feathers
of a nightingale over the glory of failed
triumphs known as yesterday.

break the hands of a wristwatch and make a ******* of time--
for through the God in Satan was how Earth was won.

because we fell in love with the law
and fell out of love with ourselves.

because the ***** of great minds
wear pineapple fatigues in their fathers’ *******;

from Judas swallowing 9 bullets
to one day being a kid at heart
a symptom of some abnormality.

Ever get the feeling that you’ll die on a Tuesday?

Or one day wake up on their government bed
Screaming,
“you can blame the French Revolution
On silent reading!”

watching

as three teacups of *** plan war on the asphalt.

no
no i'm not ok
trembling lips
trembling finger-tips
trembling
trembling
you tremble
as i
watch
you
drown
in the salty stream
running down
your sweet,
sweet
contour
you were my everything
but everything
is nothing
as nothing
is everything
as you are
to me
as i am
to you

it rubs the lotion on its skin
its sickly, rolling skin
my skin --
twitching with multiplication --
the cells dividing continuously

bubbling --
double, double, toil and trouble
with the ripples and waves
of a hurricanic ocean
cascading down ill fitting rocks
to crash in the flexible, formable underbelly

i will carve each digit into my skin
scar my failure into the surface
reminiscent of my tumble to the bottom
burning the memories into my flesh
never forget, never repeat

It seems to me that those who are most passionately opposed
    to the currents of power
    are those who are actually the most optimistic
    about humanity.
    For it is those who believe
    that we deserve better.
    It is those who believe that we are actually
    better than we treat ourselves.
    It is those who believe that we have the power
    to empower ourselves and
    the self-control
    to be in control of our selves.
    When we live in a society where the deeply optimistic
    are targeted as terrorists
    and their souls are devalued
    with bullets and their bodies cut up
    by tabloids pretending to be churches,
    we can not be drugged into nihilism.
    Instead we must drag ourselves out of this trench
    and feel the slugs pierce our skin
    and go through and through us
    and exit into our dreams, leaving a hole for our dreams to bleed
    into this world.
    And when we run out of blood we can rot
    into our own imagination.
    And we will dissolve and our bodies
    will become the Earth.
    And the Earth will become balanced.
    And the Earth will spiral back around
    into a bionetic noosphere.
    Because, honestly, I think the Earth is sick
    of having a split personality
    and we are here to bring you sanity.