rain

the glacier melt continues to flow over this state.
who would have thought we'd be the recipients
of ice and cloud, keeping cool in the subtropics
middle of july? it's not the heat but the humidity
that rules conversation now. 100 % for 40 days
despite the rainbows to the east at sunset.
rain in gaia's best weapon. we're like ants
building higher until the sea rolls in and wipes
us out. i tell my kids get ready to move.
don't buy here, don't stay in your birth city
or state. just leave before the mass exodus.

but here's what really sticks in my craw this week.
all over faceplace there are people, good people,
kind people, caring people who are outraged
that a dentist went to africa and shot a village's
pet lion with a bow and arrow. no matter
the thousands of PEOPLE we've let starve to death
on that continent, no matter the thousands
dying from a virus we should have vaccinned
against decades ago, no matter the bombs
dropped indiscriminantly over the many years
the usa has dominated the world, no matter.
it's a lion these good hearted people respond to.
christ on a cupcake. no, that would be ok.
we gotta take care of the animals. well,
humans are animals. no where is that more
evident than in places where exploited people
live in abject poverty, where the choices are
let my family starve, or be a hunt guide
to rich americans, a poacher for rich chinese,
a trophy finder for a trophy hunter.
the law of the jungle rules best in the city.




















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bleh what else.
the march against female reproductive rights
continues in the usa. my daughter calls me
a murderer. colleges drop insurance because
they don't approve of some approved methods
of birth control that loose women like me
want to use. they want to close planned
parenthood, they want to climb inside my womb
and kiss my unfertilised eggs but
my womb is gone and my eggs are rotten.
they're satisfied with taking my daughter's heart away.














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my home life is mostly good.
my honey has mental issues
but when has he not?  on top of that
the gods the gods the gods. other
peoples gods. we smoke too much
and sleep not enough but mainly
i've been addicted, as is my wont.
how to write a poem about popping
rows of blocks into oblivion.
no, please. why would i want to ?
i wish the j would write .
i bet he's more weary than i.
i have not pinged in years, my spark
runneth low. giveth no. where is the surprise
you promised me, where are the grapes?














another broken sonnet


another blank day. there are polka dots
on a lampshade, chevrons on the bathpole.
should you or i chose it to be, blank spots
  change like serendipity, with green dough

risen in the east, we feast! 3 d prints
map the course, onward on our blinded horse.
purchasing,  mindless  with dollars and cents
on credit  with no recompense. remorse

is for losers, hippies and addicts. hot
babes run with us, who you got ?

oh yes, you aren't supposed to end with a couplet.
amateur..














repost--
rebandandaging

i might have known the outcome

had i not ignored the data 

walking in the door every morning 

the good ignored.

cradling fallen chick chances trying to nourish

an albatross with an eyedropper doesnt leave

much room for scientific proof. just feed,

pray for peace and thicker skin. flight is one

stretched wing from remembrance.

why are you studying sonnets. you should be studying ruth.




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valent at sunset



the moon's so full you call
can you see it come up beyond
the trailers in the back? i'm just
around the corner, be home soon

once upon a time
we were blessed by hive
 hum , honey,the flower's
 negative charge.

  we forgot about fog and tsunami clouds
rolling over our  city scape under
 the moon's bright benediction

time rides the north wind, insectoid,
mitesque. makes me long to fly at nght
follow strange chemical markers
lose my way.

let's blame the cat for everything
new growth, the spinning world,
the tray, spilled upon the duvet.
she doesn't seem to mind and
it lets everyone else off the hook.

i hear netting and smoke is the best way
to calm bees down. you can raid the combs
right out of the boxes without attack.
 no cat needed, except for comic effect.

that's kind of a happily ever after
because bees can always make more.
if we want to.





















(*(

cheating some. manuscript ideas. 
the rain comes again, whispers lightly
across the roof. 






()*




flight is one stretched wing away




electric current leaders funnel
up and down , a hexagram of gnats.

why are you always calling me dear?
that's all you ever call me these days.

clouds roll over the land,charged
with moving water from overabundance to lack.

 whales confused by sonar. the paths
have gone awry,emerge from plastic soup.

when i say dear i don't mean it the way i hear it.
ptsd can be mild, a series of several weak heart attacks.

the ions strip away, holes appear. they need filling
earthy electrons stir , horny late night drunk.

 follow the tracers.a batted eyelash  ,a flash
dear god the way the air lights up with a bang