people please
wake up

we can disagree
we need to disagree

democracy demands it

we are different
we want different things

we believe in
different things

but we need is
to understand each other

not agree with each other
we need to say

I understand where
you are coming from

but I don’t agree with you
and that needs to be okay

democracy demands it

we cannot give in to
the thirst for power

it is a disease
a contagious disease
it is spreading so fast

people please

fight it
love your neighbor as yourself
no matter what they believe

democracy demands it

she dreamed of
being a flower

a perennial
that would

bloom beauty
a vibrant color

living for
a moment

spreading herself
around the world

then go away
for a season

living in the
earth unnoticed

untouched
only to return

when she was
ready to bloom

again

a community
of soft white

extensions of
the earth

gifts for
the eyes

and the nose
maybe the

tongue

a mixture of
ingredients

water
seed
soil
light

who owns
the recipe

I don’t want
to know

mournful trees
dark and wild
howling undisturbed
inside themselves

like the moon
I go through

phases

some of my
lights go out

and I become
dull and distant

give me time
they will come

back on

like the moon
I do not ask

for praise or
forgiveness

it is just a
phase

I am going through

she sings in
my language

breathes in pain

and swirls it
around inside her

until it creates sparks

spitting out fire
and flames

I burn in
her words

becoming a pile
of ash then

rise again with
a new level

of understanding

lost without
my shadows

I can’t see
in the light

I need at
least a bit

of gray

things can’t
be clear

for very long

I will scrape
away the

shiny veneer
and look for

the oozing pus
I will discover

the secrets of
the beginning

so I can start
all over again

I only let you see
one piece of darkness
fall out of me.

Were you afraid?

What if I let you hear
when the space between
becomes less clear.

Will you understand?

What if I let you feel
when the constricting nerves
begin breaking steel?

Will you stay the night?

What if I let you see
when all the darkness
rushes out of me?

Will you still be mine?

shapes
then
shapeless

dissolving
into dust

in doses

magic
creatures

spreading
joy

to parts
of me

at least
that is

what they
told me

you are
something

I know

you are
not the cure

I just hope
you are not

the disease

each day

a colorful
array

laid out

one after
the other

with
scientific
names

I can’t
remember

each day

a colorful
array

I swallow

one after
the other

if I remember

a flower
in a garden

summer
blooms

nothing
has ever

been this
soft

and fragrant
the bee

that feeds
off her

is happy
to be alive

for its
short life

feeling
fulfilled

she dreamed of a
clean and simple world

where she could spread
her soft pink wings

letting a warm breeze
whisk her away

so she floats along
the planet watching

the wildflowers grow
where they please

and they are often pleased

she is star
of the evening

hours

twirling on
a stump above

the pond a
fog is forming

creating a mystery

as butterflies and
lightning bugs

dance around her

all she wears
is a thin white
dress

that lifts and
flows

exposing her
dreams to her

subjects

cover me

in the sharp shards
of your ambience

I bleed

in your
presence

your words
were not meant

like stories
and morals

they live

like spiders
and snakes

and passion
and pain

and hey

I la la
love you

the pill is plastic.  or I am plastic.  or the pill makes me plastic.  or the pill makes me.  see everything as plastic.  

a smooth light breaks through.  the edges of my soul.   softening the darkness.  and I see all the changes.  in the world.  the subtle movements.  too small for others.  to notice.  too subtle for the world.  to see as change.  

but it is there.  happening all the time.  the world is never.  the same.  we are never.  the same.  in it.  everything sheds.  everything transforms.  we are all replicants.  in some form.  everything feeds off.  of something else.  we are all parasites.  in some form.

the pill is plastic.  or I am plastic.  or the pill makes me plastic.  or the pill makes me.  see everything as plastic.  or everything is plastic.  including the pill.

they said
I should

never lose hope

so I plant you
in my garden

I water you
and wait

for you
to grow

I sit in
the grass

beside you
and talk

telling you
I believe

in you and
other things

and each day
when I go

to see you

you are always
there

waiting for me
listening to me

watching me grow

I dreamt
I was soft

and could be changed
squeezed into molds

to be formed into
something else

something valued
something desired
something created

by the soft hands
of someone with

an imagination

the little ones
we are young

asking simple
questions

of each other

exploring
experimenting

with words
we are still

learning

we don’t know
what we

don’t know or
what we are

supposed to know

we have not
been buried

in a mountain
of shoulds

so we play
the natural way

small mindless
creatures

multiplying
by the millions

passed so easily

from one to
another

without anyone
knowing

there is no
known defense

so it triggers

our bodies to
become sick

the dis-ease
is our reaction

to its presence

if we taught
our bodies

to ignore it

like most
bullies maybe

it would just
go away

don’t hurt
my feelings

they are
so small

and fragile

they are
all I have

inside me
I don’t want

to be empty
so please

I am asking
nicely

find the loose
piece of string

pull on it please
untangle my brain

and when it stops
find the knots

and unravel them

please be careful
and take your time

I am worth it

when I asked
for your breath

it didn’t mean
I couldn’t breathe

but I saw how
easy it was for you

and I really meant

I forgot how
to exhale

in a way that
released

some of the pressure
I placed on myself

and you seemed
to have mastered

the process I
thought maybe

I could learn
from you

I think these are
the most important
words for this world

at the center of
every soul is

this seed
the need

to forgive
and be forgiven

please open it
and let it grow

let it spread
let it be a virus
let it be a ****

anything that spreads
easily into others

and across the world

in this dream
I am drifting

my body is light
floating above

everything with
weight

nothing can pull
me down

there is no
such thing as

pressure

I have nowhere
and nothing

to be

a white rose
petal plucked

before it
was ready

discarded so easily

the gentle fall
without sound

floating on
a breeze

a soft landing
into restless sleep

so bright it was
going to be

who can hear
eternity when

it cries

power is
poison

it should
always be

diluted
weakened

until it
can do

no harm
the people

who seek it
in its purest

form

are those
who seek

to do the
most harm

to the people
and the planet

the tongue of
a magician

entering your
imagination

teasing your
little neurons

free from
their connections

form a
crooked line

and follow

the tongue
anywhere

it leads to
a new set

of beliefs

I see the future.
I create the future.

my mind is a knife. and.
the world is clay.

I hold the first tool.
I create the sound.

that sets world.
in motion.

I speak and it is.

my words pop!
faster than rain drops.

she is gangly. a thousand skinny legs extended. a thousand skinny
minds.  wrapping. entangling me. roots.  digging into the side of a
mountain. she is reaching.  grasping for me.  gasping birthing
breathing demons.  pain.  this mysterious force.
emanating.  has no place.  has no source.  it is the first.
disconnection.  it is memory.

without diagnosis. it does not exist. my head rattles.  the rocks
are loose again. colliding with my skull.  we are pulled apart.  our
interactions have no meaning.  I pop.

pop pink.  pop blue.  pop white.  she disappears.  and everything
floats.  I am bottomless. dancing in deep water.  moving in slow
motion. to nowhere. in particular.

suddenly

a floor appears.  a ceiling.  four walls.  moving. closer and closer.  I
have a bottom. I have a top.  I have sides.  squeezing me.  I pop
more

pop 2x pink. pop 2x blue. pop 2x white. she dissolves.  in seconds.
no.  I dissolve. no.  everything that is not me dissolves.  I must be
sleeping in wonderful watery confusion. dreaming in wet white silky slides.

suddenly

she returns.  more powerful. pure energy. one ******* god.
a thousand times a thousand legs. bee bees of light. crossing each
other. I am caught.in the midst.  squeezed. feeling the full extent.
of paaaaain. an explosion. no. an implosion. of the sun. so I pop more

pop 3x pink. pop 3x blue. pop 3x white…

the snake does
not love

what it squeezes

the bear does
not love

what it hugs

the man does
not love

what he possesses

after he leaves

when can we
rid ourselves

of his disgusting
dirt that

covers us all
we can’t help

but feel unclean
how long will

it take to
**** out

his poison
from our systems

he has infected
so much

COVID 19
is a virus

CORRUPTION 16-20
is a disease

it awakens
and spreads

a virus
finds the waves
in the air

and lets itself
be carried

into and out of
everything

calls on the
darkest resources

sleeping in the
heart of human souls

fear and anger
hatred

are only dormant
they can never die

people are the carriers
and the source

a single person can be
a carrier

but never the source

power needs
and needs and
needs

power is absolute
power needs
absolution

never grant it
hold it accountable

accountability is
the only antidote

that won’t let
the virus spread

that ends the
corruption

absolutely

he stands
above you

speaking
thinking

his words
are strong

enough to
carry you

but you
are seeing

a cage not
clouds

the world is
new to you

and you
won’t take

his words
for it

In the tightness
of her womb
I could feel
my future.

Her breaking heart
bleeding into me;

weighing me down.

shall I be dark
and spread
myself thin
so I cover
every inch
and almost
go unnoticed
a mist you
instinctually
detect as
something
amiss but
that you
cannot name
so you get
used to my
presence
and inhale me
in the morning
and let me
stay inside you

I am pretty,
like a sunflower

picked clean
by the ravens,

starving for attention.
They shriek when they see

I am naked,
but I will not wilt.

I will stand proud
and they will see

I am pretty
when I am naked

and starving
for attention.

her face was
scientific

supersymmetry

god had a smoke
after he made

her

eyes made of
soul

blue-green
ocean-deep

hypnotic

skin radiant
a polished stone

delicate &
vulnerable

no one would
touch her

afraid of
changing

her

your bones
do not exist

limbs of
an insect

you speak
through

movement
a language

too subtle
to hear

watching you
I am lost

watching you
I find

myself in
your movement

too subtle
to notice

loud enough
to feel

deeply

the purple
pope

beyond
royalty

beyond
religion

he created
the

consummation

of sound
and ***

the guitar
screams

its devotion
to his hands

and we are
all raised

to another
plane of

existence

he cannot
be replaced

in recovery
from faith

but still
haunted by

voices of
the others

left behind

the echoes
of lies

a cavern
where we

gathered
when we

believed

there is
always a

pull to fall
back to the

same place
we started

our search
as if progress

is a circle

fragrant
flowers
wither
into
pixie
dust
blow
breath
be
wind
sprea­d
seeds
grow
minds
into
fragrant
flowers

One man split into two, the halves greeted each other as if strangers.  “Hello, my name is Mind.”  “Good to meet you Mind, my name is Body.”  They were cordial but apprehensive as one who does not quite trust the other because of unfamiliarity.  They walked next to each but did not fit together as I would have suspected from two halves taken from one whole.  

I could hear her whisper, “Are you cured yet?”  I was still in a fog as she woke me from a very deep sleep to ask me that.  She was in a panic.  I could tell she had been crying for some time.  

I did not know who she was, I could only remember dreams, and nothing else from the life I must have led before.  The nonsense was the only thing that seemed to make sense.  

There must have been something wrong with me, or she wouldn’t have asked me that.  Was it body or mind I did not know? Did she think I was insane or dying?  

I answered, “Yes.”  I guess I am cured because I do not believe anything is wrong with me.

the sound of
explosion

like big bang

the sound of
creation

immediacy
no space to

think

don’t wait
don’t hold back

crash smash
splish splash

silly or serious
the world is

your oyster
eat the pearl

volcano breath
burst of energy

human bodies
crash

feel the force

explode
my ears

then my
soul

make me feel
everything

then make me
think

then make me
question

everything
and know that

nothing is
settled

I cut the strings

and slumped
in my seat

I had no strength
of my own

I didn’t even
know what

my own meant

but I was determined
to find out

with great effort
and many days

I lifted my head
opened my eyes

and saw what was
right in front of me

it was a start

the child
felt space

the emptiness
that

surrounded him

he did not
feel the past

inside of him

he was not
connected

to what came
before

and the future
was formless

imaginations
and dreams

silly string

he could not
attach himself

to them

I know the sound.  of a lonely highway.  
it is a hymn.  a longing for meaning.

a prayer answered.  mysteriously.
I walked that way before.  

scuffed my knees.  on broken glass.
a green beer bottle.  in the gutter.

I bled.  for my belief.
in something more.

I wear my soul.
on the outside.

reveal my stains.
a purple heart.

to everyone.

I feel like I’m being
propelled through
space and time
like a young Einstein
lost and confused
trying on various theories
to see if they fit,
to explain the pain
and wanderings
of my lonely mind
who equals when
what about why
and then
I begin again
to speak
the lost words
that no one understands.
I broke my hands
writing down formulas
for what matters
to explain the feelings
of an atom, lost and
out of place
in time and space

not knowing
its place

who asks why
he scolds her

saying you
should not be

concerned with
reason

you are too
pretty for that

if I could hear
every sound

I would pick up
your whispers

and your sighs
and hold them

like beautiful
flowers ignoring

everything else
in nature

knowing nothing
else is beautiful

to me