Sent out the bills on a new header going east
heard some geese
walked up the downtown hill with a baby chewing leather and fruit
she mewed and blew, blurbled and spit, squeaked and purred
through the hustle and bustle of oil death rumble, all of them
trying to get a fix rush in the beast crash heart falling
before the panic fear of the new broadcast fills their silly american heads,
so we dodged that shit, headed out earthling style, above the ghost leaves burned into the old sidewalk, between cedar and water, between silent indians smoking salmon for a million years on streets etched with bars and lines of pretend possesion
don't care about your laws and spiteful culture of ashes, avoid it
the dice are rolling, cross your fingers
she takes it all in, the noise of endless trucks, dirt trash semis filled with freshly killed trees .killed trees. every day. every damn day our lungs, our air
she is a sponge of this world now,
taking the quiet streets between greed, the sound of dying coming through the petroleum sacrifice streets, oil god death wish rumbling in a normalized evil Om
the other side of the world
remember it?
the people like you, no better, no less
the people of Allah, innocents like us
who rules? your TV?
my tires? The wind rustling the insatiable invasive species, random words
Peace is in-side this temple of filth and hunger
this Palace of quiet dirt, a place where living Grandpas die in the night, unexpectedly
leaving a whole in hearts, a whole so big the ocean pours in like
the sound of cats fighting over who will let spring in first
A new House
So anyway, my baby is happy, doesn't know anything but this intense, amazing focus on the small wonderful THING without words
unnamed
happy, dry, fed, held in loving arms
open to it all
The dice are rolling
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