water in the log jam
that Ive redirected
with my own two hands


I want a shit factory job
dwindling old growth into
toothpicks

Toothpicks are important
in the processes leading to the
fragmentation of opinions

i no longer know where to get my information
no longer have any relevant filters


I wanna walk home from the bar and
steal your flower pots
in the queer twinkling star light

make myself a five star breakfast with my own eggs
crank up the FOlk and
insult your choice in language

a palmately veined leaf has fallen in to my bathtub
from a hole cut into my ceiling by my landlord I
in a drunken fit we had last night

after three games of risk, a bottle of Absolute,
and lecture on Swiss ski wood working

Sometimes......................

Sometimes your Flak cannon wont shoot right
when the Germans near by are dropping bombs
on your special pine tree plantation

Sometimes your best friends break into your house
at 3 a.m.
and smoke all your drugs
with your homosexual step brother "Eric"
with a total disdain for your feelings and need for sleep

sometimes your sister locks you in the church
and you miss the parade you were supposed to march in
completely botching your chances of lettering in high school band

911 911 911 911

when the planes hit the towers on 911
I was asleep in my freshman German class
Our school which was under renovation was not attacked by terrorists on September 11th
but we heard about it on the radio
Our school was under renovation on sept 11th
so our class was in a empty house on the edge of the parking lot
Because of our high school being under construction our German class was held in a house near our school
If our school would have been attacked by terrorist on 911 my freshman german class and I would have had a better chance of surviving the terrorist attack

thoughts After reading an essay by Mike Cohen

An Ecologically deep Ghost dance

Joining my afterlife to yours

Two hours carrying burden up hill

blindfolded in the strange shadow of Missouri

speechless in the spirit of nation

"we undress in front of old men"

Drinking vinegar at “third fire “

for ceremonies sake

“Ive decided against returning my library books”

they too

bother me

remind me again of earths true seral stage

I cant give that up

As I remedy wounds with mud

what ecosystem indicates us?

cement? 711?

our similarity to weeds enthrall me

Weeds dispense tyranny

hate returns to city
as invasive s out compete natives
Do you recall Cortez in Tenochtitlan?

Or the railroads annihilation of the Midwest's buffalo ?

The dirty genitals of Europe

enter the Americas
The advancement unstoppable

rant

A.N. Whitehead once stated that “The major advances in civilizations are processes that all but wreck the societies in which they occur.”
Our lives are fragmented by our own creations……
technologies and trivial educations
our jobs, roles and niches in society are dependent on technology, and unknowns
The jack of all trades is dead
Perform your trade and only that
“The Chinese in the urinal cake factory “
“The food grown in the Midwest “ eaten by the Chinese
Our human abilities are being lost at an alarming rate to machines, and marginalization
We are here to run the assembly line
Someone to make the screw
someone to turn - the screw someone to make the screw driver and someone to manage
A ruling class has risen to trivial unneeded management positions
We glorify and pay useless positions
Bureaucracy trumps all
De pendant on unknown sources for our vital materials we lose The joy in life
Our crops in mono cultures the land beat down
Our education systems have failed
No one taught me how to live

We rejoice in the production of these , not the quick hoarding or them. The feeling that im involved Is necessary

Please 2

Without knowing it
I’ve mapped The Redundant churches of my childhood
Lounged like a sprawling bitch in the pews
Un earthed coins from the cushions
and
Found my tiny representation boring
the tongue in the cheek
the nose to the grindstone
sharpened
Its Brown hair and eyes like my own you cherish
in matters so absolute we
start with my home as a model
fondle my burning porch in the early morning light

Please

The Redundant redundancy of a modern city sinking
I’ve mapped my town like a sprawling web
Found my tiny representation
And Talked politics
Thumbed
Its Brown hair and eyes like my own
Plastic
scared
like some selfish prick
in and out of churches
schools
buffets

in matters such as scale this is an absolute
start my house on fire with its model

burn my hand on my melting figurine