Americas all enamored with Albany alabaster
Atop alpines adjunct to airplanes
Albeit the amounts continue to ascend
Absconded Arkansas and acapella Adams
Rigid
Aim their angled answers straight,
To alternate and amaze the allotted applicants
Poised for acclaimed anarchy
Alleviated they must be to absently avoid altercation
Add assumptions to angry algorithms
Crumbled rhetoric of apathy
Ah Ladora, that's wonderful to say,I pass by citadels at 75 mph in blurred perspective:Tama MontezumaRedfield DexterAvoca HarianWhat country am I traveling through?Swinging my state and using my mileage, nearly empty, like the cabin of my truck, save for me800 miles to go, 591 online friends, no companion for this wandering vehicle and mind
Until I stop in Haxtun Sedgewick, whereby a man named Sedgewick Haxtun tests the Air Conditioned winds and finds a ride, HO! We must go! He exclaims, holding a leather datebook and
Hop sliding into my Shotgun, check for weapons, only the pen he exclaims, proponent of peace
And alphabetical poetics, breaking the magnetic clasp of his datebook he finger glides by tiny ticks through dozens of pages to a section of 26 ink smudged thoughts, he sings:
How does the gravity of the mind orbit
Our soul’s star
Weightless spirit harnessed
by shackles of
Industry
Clock backwards
Consolation unsealed, understanding of
Condensation, ‘round mountain tops
Unpredictable flowing of lava consciousness
Seeds buried by elemental forces, obeying
Wind, Pressure, Heat, Mixture, Synthesis
While mulch of cerebral deciduousness
Churns the recycled pattern of geography
All spirit has a story to preserve
The mind is an open mine, headlamp
Required and inspected
The tools of illumination are sought
After
The rest have been sharpened, breaths taken,
Spacious connection to pre-time, to prefix
Time, with no time
An untold story, everyone can repeat and try
Curiousness, while knowing everything
Duality of mind, complete as one thought
As untold eras of rich availability, and
perseverance of mineral, rock and Earth
Extension of body into a cosmic realm, how
fire, from within and without, morphs
the understanding of handheld
Wonderment
Confined to rules, overarching functionality
of realm, offering the challenge
Connection of inner to outer
Mastery of intuitive movement
Spread of knowledge by way of material
Selfishness
Rock wanted to be known, talked to and
Used, before and with other materials - is our
mind our own, or pieces to the mother mind?
pushing atoms through various mediums, in
space and atmospheres, so as to give said
atoms a way to experience consciousness
stand alone materials become thought, and
ingested atoms begin to know the
material at hand by way of another medium,
these eyes utilize nutrition and tools in
various ways
So, then, rock can experience itself on
a human level
We make all things human, by their use in
our lives
Does nature then, for the entirety of time, know it has
choreographed a human dance, one filled
with falls and scrapes, yet when the dancer is dead,
nature continues the song
The earthly form is parallel to the bodily one
It’s the elements filtered by biases and
paradigms, each as malleable as clay,
to filter the water through these inherent
yet learned lenses
what is the shape of the human soul
when detached from its host form?
States of mind intertwined
Headphones twist, which ear to
Stick it in
Turn it up
Tune it in
How does the progression of time feel
Today?
Malleable, erratic
A smile changes everything
Who judges my actions by way of
Stomach churns?
What force causes butterflies
To flap?
Whisk the eggs of light, color, and shine
To bounce
Off feathered stratosphere, beat and
Pulse
Breath,
Clean the lens, move the skin, again
Inner growth requires outer change
What power have you
All of it
yes
to induce a smile
a little effort
in needed, now
to let go and release
fear
of no power
a little effort
is needed, now
to induce a smile
yes
All of it
what power have you
Love
to let go and release
Thus a paper puppy prances
and a dirty dingo dances
folded into each other
This mix of grease and snow
makes moonlit canines go
on a migration towards the Southern
Boring holes for food and water
nighttime talks about their daughter
a long lost child soon to smother
Helpful friends along the way made
species support groups in the shade
joined parents with a distant brother
Now threes company made them strong
they’ll find this girl through skill and song
as all the naysayers shudder
Over hills and valleys they found
their little pup making a sound
stuck in a lake of butter
They laughed and licked her clean and nice
she barked “I’m hungry, I want rice!”
so back home they walked towards supper
The lakebeds of your eyes
catch water to grow wishing lashes
pinched by hopeful dexterity, the same learned skills
of your groomed routine to maintain the banks of
all your features - natural and hanamade
you stretch the stars, ladylion
elongating your wingspan the sky becomes your height
‘neath foot, yet unseen, is the whole sky
and in balance of light and dark, you find your entire soul
how happiness find its nest
in you
a smile on wings
swoons
on winds of ease and joy
singing
grand lines of type nine
refract
through archways of peace
Hmm
Mmm hmmm…
…
A full heart
a blank page
the universe emptied through an opening in my soul
And I search the worlds of my spirit
to describe
finding an eternal feeling
the sum of all things
your vocal array vibrates, like
milky raspberries
honeysuckle wind
kneading of the perfect dough
a lavender bush sneezing
sunscreen warmed by hot towels
velvet and silk pulled across minx
and suddenly, a chortle
larynx compacted in pillow talk
yet escapes, somehow, other worldly abstractions
stuck to vocal restrictions based only on your
mortal vessel comes,
unfiltered moorings
that map an expansive collage of joyous tribes
all alive and well, singing and dancing
communicative through farfetched offerings
to the inner Leo fire, where
the embers of starlit-night, rise
and latch to the sounding traveler
a messenger of synaptic uniqueness
barefoot, fin, and wing
delivered sacred laughter to your mouth
and through light and sound
achieves its goal, honored and thanked for its
service by only the rolling of tongue and eyes
heard by two, as the chuckles and
chortles of the nighttime, bedside hilarity
of your funny thoughts
Glimpse of lips
Fawn at dawn
Swoon in june
Inner love bloom
I shit islands
I vomit magma
I piss lakes
I grow and shave forests
I cut and mend sand dunes
I split and lotion soil
Knuckles crack like bending bark
Burps echo like earthquake tremors
Yawns repeat like tectonic shifts
I sneeze and blow precious minerals
I floss and brush igneous rocks
I ejaculate and orgasm algae blooms
I cough valleys
I digest mountains
I metabolize oceans
Life is the adaptable mess of meaningful meaninglessness
Please preserve it for the future by changing the present and forgiving the past
Go Vegan, for ALL the reasons
Save the Humans
manifestation of oil eyes
flight of spilled colors
incarnate
flapped wings of pigeon consciousness
a moving and angular head
fixed on the axis of a cervical
focal point
metronomic repetition of agreeable silent discos
waves in wind shift the collection
of electric flocks
numerically patterning the movement of my own head
to follow a skyward painting of feathered variation
coats of meek purple and dusty white
envelop two small talons of dinosaur callbacks
another day
one spent between the winds
a breath of unknown air
nearly too small to grasp
chilled inhale the same before the mountainous tunnel
lettering the same story told through and through
each tunnel
day after day
the next gust brings
silence
recessing lights disappear in focal limits
a white hole
a visually existent, tangible ‘of-the-light-matter-universe’
orbiting we take note in angled conjunctions
holding the scratched CD dear to my memories
endless skip of looped feelings, a forever kiss to the 4th track
colored sharpie drips new touches
onto new hands, proving their bare-ness and unstring-ed cradling
cat and dogs and humans and cannabis alike, the residue of sensing