Monday
balance
who is to say that we
did not all die already
and all that remains is
stardust and light shards
but i guess that would be
what the crazy people say
the ones we ridicule
as uninformed
it is all a matter
of equilibrium and
how well we balance scales
physical and metaphorical
after all, the culture you
have created is extremely
specific and exclusive
sensitive and superior
Friday
Monday
The Camaraderie of Incredulous People
The Camaraderie of Incredulous People
Today I am a fifty-seven-year-old half-black filipino jew male
living in the united states of america — he/him hee/haw har/har
It is the year 2022 and my
to be a failed
I exist on oatmeal, coffee, tea, and index cards
I see through the knots in the knots
I exist on the blood and sweat of the youth
I see through the knots in the knots
I exist on the blood and sweat of the youth
and on the backs and graves of ancestors
Friday
Middlespace Kingdom
There’s a dude I’ve recently noticed in the area. Sometimes sleeping sitting upright in Starbucks, sometimes hanging outside Panera Bread. But never bothering anybody. Not a peep. Not a second glance. It appears as if he has no place to stay and his stuff is meticulously sectioned into a shopping cart. He smartly stays a good one block buffer from anything residential. He is safely existing under our safe haven umbrella. He knows. He can’t even raise a voice or talk back to anyone or he’d be sent. He has to be safe. He has to fit in and be unproblematic. We’ve always had the unhoused in our midst. Always. But very few get to stay for too long. Goddamn, do I feel for the man, these people. This very well could be any of us. I have so much empathy but…what on earth can I do, slip them twenties? The bad people say, run them out of town. The good people say fund the support services. Nobody says buy them a sandwich or a cup of coffee. But what could I do? I’m just trying to survive too. So, I always make eye contact and I say hello with this gentleman. No disrespect. He knows very well I can’t do anything for him but maybe he appreciates the earnest hello. He has seen it all. He sees it all.
Wednesday
Thursday
Wednesday
Borne
This horrible side of me
borne of traumas ancient
and mostly self-imposed
is not the side I ever intended
to be in the documentary
A brand so well conceived
and performed that the
bit was bought long ago
when it was off off Broadway
featuring unknowns for scale
Old like the poetic trope
about life being some sort
of maze that one must
navigate in order to survive
this burning garbage barge
As with many amputees
there remains a keen
sensation of the missing
pieces feeling exactly as
they always should
Thursday
Wednesday
Field Mowing Day 2022 (October 04, 2022)
make precious so
that they can
create self identity
for me it
was always making
myself precious first
despite other considerations
i’m the hero
in this story
not focused on
my own greatness
the world will
discover and bear
witness in the
shadows of masters
Tuesday
Field Mowing Day 2022 (October 04, 2022)
corners and edges
reassessing all notions
taking peeks from peaks
discover meaning
from your important people
reciprocation
nothing is special
i am not a fun person
these are some lessons
finding powers in
giving all powers away
is so powerful
just who are these people
and how did they get this way
i often wonder
Monday
Field Mowing Day 2022 (October 04, 2022)
Field Mowing Day
and nights filled by
darkness ever increasing
Slides only go downward
because physics and such
it is easier that way
All dimensions torn into two
because that is exactly what
field mowing is all about
The explorations and
reconciliations of all the
thresholds and boundaries
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