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nature

a magic day he passed my way

maybe i could fall asleep if you would sing to me

he said, sweetly

settling under my chin

so i

who refuse to sing

allowed a nat king cole lullaby

nature boy

to fall gently from my lips

that is how i know he is the only one for me

there was a boy…

a very strange, enchanted boy…

they say he wandered very far, very far

over land and sea…

contentment & vine

when you find the corner

of contentment & vine

chaos comes as a dark-eyed lover

yellow cab splashing

through the crosswalk puddle

leaving you nothing but dripping regrets

and the keys to an apartment building

still burning

war by candlelight

amidst the curiosities

of my yet to be packed up

roll top desk

i found a diamond bracelet

you had given me

hiding in one of

the apothecary drawers

it reminded me immediately

how you waged

war by candlelight

instinctively i pulled the pin

on that gauche grenade

lobbing the tacky bauble

into the goose shit encircled pond

behind the house

your weaponry

is not welcome here

anymore

primitive

my desire becomes primitive

when i consider the way

loving him is more than emotion

it is biological

chemical

our own space on the periodic table

elemental

i want him

with the parts of me that desire

to nurse children

eat meat

wear fur

find warmth in firelight

especially when

i am beneath him

skin wet

my hands in his beard

watching the muscles ripple

from his shoulders

down his arms

certain

i could remain there

until the next ice age

we have forgotten to call our mothers

as the ocean reclaims the land

and our comfort level with it

we will realize in a collective gasp

we have squandered

centuries of invention, blood, and privilege

with human conceit

.

we have wasted every memory

every idea

every love

by failing the planet

.

we have forgotten to call our mothers

as we were killing each other

over

unknowables

and inflexible

fallible

beliefs

.

don’t go crying to science

science tried to tell us long ago

.

so eat your nachos

and barbecued chemistry lab meats

cheer on your gladiator teams

as they bash their skulls together in a coliseum

enjoy the halftime performers as they twerk and bleat

 

live stream a diversion

drink your wine and craft beer from sustainable bottles

.

insert artisanal tampons made from the wool of

vegetarian  fed sheep

.

file your taxes

.

don’t you look pretty

with thicker, fuller lashes

drop your child off anywhere

so long as you don’t hear their screams

.

pay for neon sex

on the latest smartphone

with that one last good credit card

.

swipe the strip or insert the chip

but do it hard,

consumer culture,

more, baby, more

.

a civilization

blindfolded in agreement

and a few syphilitic mosquitoes

is all the next

mass extinction needs

 

 

.

 

crashing zeppelin

when a living creature

has an unnatural state

inflicted upon its existence

things rarely turn out well

for the specimen

.

war

starvation

drought

intoxication

concentration camps

laboratory foods

pharmaceutical cultures

imprisonment

unhappy marriage

industrialization

slavery

religion

Los Angeles International Airport

and

the  digital imposition

that is

the internet

.

yet we can’t stop meddling

with our world

.

when what remains

of humanity

can no longer see the sun

.

we will blame pollution

and the microchip

.

yet it is our own

irreverent

parasitic instincts

.

too late to admit

human psychology

was the harbinger

of our own death

tennis, anyone?

silence eloquence

heroism villainy

martyrdom betrayal

ecstasy disenchantment

.

all in that first moment

your bones sense

the coming of spring

and you think to yourself

i feel like fucking something

.

tennis, anyone?

 

 

my enduring love for fishnet stockings

Siren Song

the only logical explanation

to my query rests somewhere

within evolution

.

how to explain the behaviors

of my youth

.

single celled amoeba

causation

division into

organ systems

due to

lightning striking

mossy rocks

primordial chemistry

.

pangea with a side of tea

.

to become an eel

shark

murky creature swimming

with unforgiving teeth

.

finally to manifest

a mermaid

my beautiful

mother’s daughter

certainly

willing pirates lured

by my siren song

plucking their heart strings

until boredom set in

only to drown them

in the sea

.

it explains

my enduring love

for fishnet stockings

Have you ever stopped to think?

Perhaps God

is a temperamental visual artist,

who is perpetually

dissatisfied with his earthly work,

so he just keeps adding more

bloody paint,

shards of garbage,

and odd designs

to trash the damned thing?

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