Only the marshes are fecund.
—André Gide
(quote found in Mike Kelley's hall of patriarchy)
I crawled thru the square into the giant triangle and pressed my forehead against the circle
maybe it'll turn out to be a gameshow
a nuclear finale
colors pass across a screen
familiar pain
the people are damaged, shy
seek comfort
all new adventure
confetti flying
acceptance
the world flattens into a horizon line
radiant being collective product
if I am lost in a common feeling
scream: bladder
sketched baboons ass to ass
spirit dominance
the Geiger counter alarm ringing in myspace
nag nag nag follower of genitals
Fukushima echoes out spells
help me reconstructed history!!
I am sneezing moldavite
myspace isn't like a flower
virginal door of perception
your child ingesting poison
sister, your fool
and their point of view
I want to tell you, "this hurts" in a family home video uploaded to youtube
the long beep at the end of sound
infinite vibrational rumble
waste piled within ecosystems
I like the smell of trees for sell on sidewalks at Christmas time
but instead of cut trees
American families should carve out a patch of lawn
and plant a tree
native to their region
and as their forest grows
they can place stones on the ground
little pathways through the trees
a little privacy to hide the front door
and a little security for native species
so their childrens' children can explore the lungs of the earth
where possible slowly move houses into the branches
pick breakfast from windowsills
chirp with the birds
rub your turtle belly
dream up new definitions for the term "super power."
