I rendered a recipe
Of leftovers in my mind
That happen to be
Complete garbage
Of dysfunction.
Where do I begin

It began in my heart
Where I pulled out,
Longing for safety,
Dripping clotless
Rags that made up my frame
My apron stained red.

In the middle was observed
A town of hate
Lacerating the bowels
Of everything and anything
Leaving a mighty stink, mistaking it for butter.

Towards the end a drifting
Spice of malcontent
Sprinkled from the pores
Of harmless thinkers
To crisp the tenderloins
of affection.

The oven is preheated
Everyone a dark hot mess
Needed no thawing
As the goop of alienation
Makes everyone a witness
and a vulture
     for a meal.

No matter how
un-schooled you are
Your neighbor shouting, the stranger drooling,
The cop beating, all have the same home-spun recipe and one main ingredient,
         Human, baked at 325.

Resulting in
a deus ex machina.

We project to be perceived, conceived
fruits of using misremembered raps,
the way preachers preach the Word.

Self-indulging wills divulging precepts taken
by faith, as a child grasps that
the moral
in The Three Little Pigs,
is "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?"

As education of the masses emanates
from the horde of history ai have at hand,
puffing up,
as fruits from the tree of science, known
uses of fruits from life's treeform
chthonic information,
expands
senses abilities,
allowing wonder at
times slowing concentration,
imagination manipulation, defining terms
for our cooperation, who thinks, who knows

who chooses, who chose to learn forever,
just in case, life does go on…

into usefullness using pro- foreward pushing

verbs, actual ritual situational review,
wit invented right usually, love
hates not knowing everything,

the verb, used, however, makes peace
seem so easy for experience to prove.

I see everything.
And yet,
I still feel blind.

standing in values,
standing in meaning,
implications of others,
a sense of loss.

i am the writer
you the thinker thank you
for your blessed service

She stood on the edge of a cliff,
looking out to a world that didn't exist-
while waiting for the winds kiss