Sunday, October 13, 2019

there are 2925 message in my gmail

there is a birthday present for a grand
niece bought a month ago sitting on my bed
waiting to be mailed. her address 
was texted to me last week and i have stamps

my bills are due i haven't written in months
and i feel irrelevant. if this aneurism explodes
it would be fitting. however, ahem. i'm not
quite ready to die. relevance is relative, amirite?

it's more the ache in my bones that leads
to silence. the munch scream contained.
how love it itself is pockmarked by friendly fire. 

yehuda amachi, i want to be able to bring
desert sheepherders into my poems
but i live in  florida. we don't have
eons of cultural animosity to cure
yet we have abandon and sunshine
laws, meth and method and inevitably
a gator will show up as the punchline.
how does one seek commonality here?
look in the Okechobee for answers.

once i begin it's easy enough to spout
keep fingers moving 
down the page
quaff a line. easy to  leave
the bills behind,  drawers cluttered,
belongings scatter, a ring
in the ttoilet. hoarding may be
a manifestation of missing impetus.
save it all, you'll never know when you'll need it.

my honey likes to go to salvation
army stores and save old bowls and dishes.
 from what he 
doesn't know. i tend to
 crack and break my crockery
so to have them in my shelves is pure doom. 
  cracktown is on his way home.
i guess it's cheaper than a nite at the bar but 
ima hafta hold back 
on dropping the overflow on the tile. oops.



i don't have many passions since i gave up writing.
i haven't given her up as much as put her
into the closet. told her i'lll get back soon but
other than a few texts here and there
i pretty much ignore her. and i've had some
innaresting thoughts, i've just been speaking them
outloud. return to the oral roots. lol. right.
so i'm pretty sure she stepped out of the closet
and went elsewhere.




















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ok look one of hte things i need to say
that IS relevant and has the possibility to thornberg
economy. the amazon burns
every year more of it.  it's a war bettween
ranchers and the rainforest. becuase, say the ranchers
how will i send to my kids to university on cocoa beans?
so they grow beef. 

in a green economy, they would be paid to grow trees.
for every seedling x , for every sapling Y, for every mature
adult Z. 

that's it. simple enough. paid for in carbon taxes. beef can 
apparently, be lab grown now. atmosphere cannot.










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i should pay those bills


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