progress imitates truth
Environment
She waits for us
no answer is also an answer
🦅 Hopi Proverb
to stare into the blank horizon
it lacks the pastel colors mother used to love
we the silent types proud and self assured cowards or lost fools
makes very little difference
to tighten my jaw as you purse your lips we know what we are thinking
we have no answer for what is happening to us
all we are not willing to admit that She is critical because of our silence
are we prepared for what comes this way as Her pulse tires and slows
the silence without bird songs is the vilest way to perish
spread the WLS
gentrification lullaby
pewter
clouds above
five years ago
life was much different
trees lined the children’s laughter
cut
down
for
pricey
empty
unobtainable
homes
spread the WLS
if i lived on Mars
spread the WLS
fragile
so fragile
the breath from my heart
only nature knows why Earth
has swallowed us whole into a fog
of tormented yellow grief that lingers there as a dying waxless flame
spread the WLS
line
off the sand dirt tarmac wacks ready of the yet not a time for happy let ye olden wire zap the conscience to open the eye to come what may if knees are to be bent bend to Who saves the soul in the alley no one’s told if what when why how could they for what vision yourself fluffy cloud grandmother’s pie in the morgue of our contrition emergency suddenly emergency was were we not official then just continue to wash your hands
spread the WLS
can’t figure out
why we dream so distantly where the planets question who we are
black holes surrender in perplex look at each other in their deep blue eye
and say forget them
could be that in Tennessee my heart i left there beating
nature are you a conscience forcing me to look at the destruction of the muffler in my car
this morning she a strange lady clutched me in a surrender of half breed slumber
children screaming for their cereal and when i come to they were asking for some pop
spread the WLS
climate change
at the bench i think i’m sitting watching absent mindedly soaking in the flair and magic of the scene jesters and contortionists control the court in front of me cages of allegory truths and fantasies but lest we forget the straight up lies of the institutional do gooders is this it voice of reason hushed up forever when we beg with Coke and Starbucks paper cups where do the coins truly go when we need help and guidance in completely being our scared self why must we worship your flesh and bone pastor and why is it that only your bumper sticker matters i can think too and feel and love i understand that new deals of any color my Mother will not save unless we’re willing to streamline and electrify our own internal ways honoring self and brother truly from the heart giving to Her salvation and letting go the appropriation of who’s got the only righteous thoughts
spread the WLS
7th eden
opening my eyes for the first time
the old 3rd street bridge is unrecognizable
it’s been a long 300 years since
i walked through here in my youth
when we had reached the peak of
refining weapons of mass destruction mostly us
my blue spirit spans from one end
to the other end of the tunnel
i appreciate nature’s knitted emerald life blanket
layered over you so tenderly melodious brook
the perfect Elysium reward for those soldiers
who laid down their generation defending you
sooty vestiges of city hall no longer
haunt the fledgling Eden i rejoice inside
as the trees speak a new creation
stones banks and plants sit in convocation
while they wait for the new children
spread the WLS
terminal lucidity
she lays down often
now that summer is hotter
her dewy jade eyes
are fading faster
into a darkness behold
Mother’s heart beats less
her skin now scented
of decay and loneliness
she saw her future
