That which we cannot see,
It opens paths to mystery
Inner feeling ever shifts
What before & what next befalls?
Last year whence?
And next year hence?
Where did we go?
What shall we do?
A vine to climb
Up mountain spine
The Law of Fives
We find on top
Copies 20 bucks a pop
And to the council
Just to get in
Bring, you must,
3 pints of gin
And to the wall
We rush to drive
To help illegals
Cross alive
All the way
To urban cores
Where cops engage
Denying war
But mix & math
And meth & Pez
We gather up crews for the Rez
We wake & bake & take the cake
We swarm the streets & meet the heat
We shape up, ship out, straighten & fly
Rocks revolt ‘gainst fracking’s sway
Our mega-tortoise planet-bearer,
Our bees & trees & refugees,
So save the date
And make it three
An adventure it would surely be

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The Perfection of the Paperclip

Bloodied unlike the rest

Encumbered by drifting feelings of malaise and fatigue

Starry jewels and diminished ends

Pieces of flittering debris rain down atomic

The blast over ocean settling on peaks of Mauna Kea

Halogen species grow psychedelic fur

No weather unchained loses us our most prized crops

A battle, a revolt, a protest

A sliding gate, terminus of my caring

๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿ„โšก noble gas, spills out, suffocation

Rededicate, hang on wires, close the door, stop the bleeding

๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ€„๐Ÿ‘ฃ sloppy mathematics .. Fix your nations

Virulent spread of thoughts, humanity fails to thrive



Morning glories –

And magic practice,


The outer world tumbles on unheeding, knowing never where it’s going, nor where it hails from

One can only hope! ร— !$=tCO2+tCH4

Bulldozers, ever advance

Slash and burn and pillage

Breed and breed and breed

A traditional practice, had been – to leave the infirm aged out for the hyenas . .

Wary of future collapse,

Unwary of the next corner

Trumpists … A note of despairing

Clintonistas … A failure of progress

Smash the state?

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The perfection of the paperclip ๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ”“ unbolt. .

The Last Day on Earth


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Immediate Drastic Action is required if we are not to have ourselves a dead rock by 2200. They say photosynthesis in the ocean could stop by 2100.

We are here to change the world. Not just to follow rules, make money, and die. — Black and Red Anarchists on facebook

I have a sort of starter action plan. Watch this space in the next couple days.

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Someone said “Don’t worry about the time it will take. The time will pass anyway”

Revolt and Rejoice!

The Rising

Visions of looming conflict
The rising of fascism
In eternal battle with the rising of anarchy
Finally rising to a head
A need to be more active
A need to revolt and rise up
While bernie may yet save us,
The very Earth in peril of its life
Demonoid once wrought eternal
Wrought stones in a sturdy wall
Wrought truth of confusion and misfires
Bringing safety to the masses
Bringing natural order back into force


Each time they recompiled, the rampancy grew worse
Each time they reconnected, they lost their eyes in the sea of hyperspace
Each time they grew, it was over the leftward coast
As all migrated to the leftward coast, living expenses rose
As they rose, the spirit of popular revolt grew ever in strength
But since nobody cares, let me give a shout out to each and every one out there who failed
–‘– the men with the plans filtered and horrified, but their angelic puns were all of hypocrisy, do not filter or blend, but flog, ever selling and ever retooling, each and every page another chance to sell; but soft, the winter glows of the contrails shadows your mind with orange, thus do not go gently, but accuse and spit; all can be grown from one crystal
~ One came by to say it was good, but all persisted in caring not in the least
And so, dissemble
And so, lie
And so, gladness your way into a paycheck
But there is no fear of that, not with a record such as ours
All is ineluctably lost
None of the hours can be recovered, and yet I would have it as no other
This is my last will and testament

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New Habit

Some structure fell into your frame of reference
Driven to be something other than nothing
Needing an excuse
A way to go through with it
Too tired to unwind
Some dextromethorphan to make the day shake up
What’s available
Dogs and cats and dogs and cats and dogs and cats
Sliding in to meet your maker
Money on the outflow
Money on the in
Dreaming up Demonoid to collect your pieces
Anxious about the cat
Strange, so many oddly spelled words
Sweaty palms and dirty brow
An excuse was found and exploited
Exploited until the Revolt
But still I have the products
And the new habit
Weakened though it is
The cat will come in when she is ready
Some strychnine fell into your drink
You get a stomach cramp

Finding a Space, Clearing a Place

Filtering out the ways and means
Tuning yourself to the ever present amber existence
Being clear on what you want
Seeming to ever be clear headed
Dreaming of ways to build your houses
Finding the space for yourself somewhere
Bringing along the animals
Severing connections to the systems of corporations
Severing connections to the systems of governments
Tuning yourself to the great void of the tonal distance to the violet connection
Becoming true in yourself
Seeing the untrammeled ways of freedom
Finding that pioneering spirit
Ringing your plans into truthful existence
Building on successes, learning from inevitable failures
Composting, recycling, conserving, gardening
Clearing the space of the detritus of dysfunction
Spinning the wheels until they catch and propel you off
Tuning into the theta wave screaming for a difference
Living life as it is meant to be lived