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No power in the moon 

   

                                                  we could
                                                  nowhere
                                                  the holes
                                                  behind
                                                  whoever
                                                  spat out
                                                  of water
                                                  on its
                                                  papa

                                                  nowadays
                                                  you look good
                                                  looks like a wind
                                                  glowing down world.
                                                  She knows, cars,
                                                  she’s just passed


                                                  the tide of me







                                                  .

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                        It’s the quiet ringing
the blue mug
                              of green shit
and almond milk
                                      that brings us
to our measurement
                           the eyes go
back and forth
                              they can’t look away
it’s mesmerizing
                                      isn’t it
the vapor insufflates
                                       itself                   the flower
takes .5 cc of linalool
                                      to the xylem
begins to bend
                           to respirate
to track the sun
                        the moon
and to forget
        that which matters
most
                to no one
anymore
                 is a heart carved out
of a hand—it’s the blood
               the veins the parasitic
sickness
               eliminated by UV



Saponification

                     Melt down
                                             teflon
                                                           into a shiny
                                jet black
                                 serum
            pull back
                                                           and plunge
                                   until
             the halfmoon
     disappears                       dead
                   at the junction
                                                             of déjà vu

                    emerald lily
    who led
the way
                               back home
                                                strapped
                 down

      who carried
                              a lotus
               made of ash
                                         into the boiling
                        stillness
incinerates
                      like an aerosol
                                                  or a spider’s web
  made of quicksand
                                        entombs

a slight
of the hand
                                                  neurochemical
                  hijack          
                                this                   never
       happened

No

and to think
    this vessel
used to eat
    itself
                alive

                      old circuitry
                            can only
                            wonder
                                      echinacea

                     now  it
                     rips
                     tears
          on the inside
to expand

a habit

                            and gravity
        yes
              of course

                            it’s exponential
               mensaje imputente

                       alternative
                                                     truth  serum
        in the trees

                                  another
   ten years
                                              of drought
                  though

                                                                  where
                                                                 are you

verbascum

I can
still
see it
in the
dark

                                  liquid  light
             erosion
                              this
      resistence
                                          submerges

                              when
            will     it
collapse

Omen haiku

You ever notice
how when you dream of a plane
everything changes

concrete explosion
windshield shattered glass and screams
don’t stop keep driving

the plane disappears
into a big tunnel with
all the other planes

this is the crossroads
in the sky of the dream time
shadows stand in cue

intersecting pipes
hey where is this plane going
sit obedient

I don’t remember
what we talked about but it
had to be said here

back seat of a car
our faces blank encrypted
empty terminal

there was harmony
in the waypoints of our chaos
it was all a sync

wake up remember
nothing one third of your life
evaporated

empty liquid mind
in the crystal melting snow
lysergic acid

it flips like a switch
when the moon is full and pulls
the lofty curtain

bursts a spinal disc
when strayed too far off the path
sciatic for life

African root bark
ground and put into capsules
metallic vomit

fly around the room
tracers and metabolites
ban the only cures

The tesseraction

When we woke
there was a voice
saying each of our names—

Nothing would be the same
ever again—

Namaste in the way
we distrust—
extracting pure consciousness
just to drown in it—

Entire colonies were wiped out—
notes were taken—
the moon used to spew lava
but now it’s dead—

We were an infinite’s last ditch effort
just to show us what we had done—

We worshipped money as a god—
gnawing on nothing;
plastic skin smooth
as a succulent in the sand—
we could no longer keep quiet—
we deserted—

We burned the whole world
to the ground— we apologized
as a formality; we paid out;
we kept going—

The cancer of the last phase
of civilization reaches
into my voice—
my finger tips—
we held hands as we jumped—
we turned into liquid—

Prefabricated minds
spill down the grimy gutter
into the sewer that’s sieved
for bitter water; your river of life
full of garbage, human waste, torsos—
we wondered why we felt bad—
we were given experimental drugs—
we died in their hands—

We practiced medicine
by the fire burning into the night—
we could see into one another—
we carved our faces out of clay—
we wore the feathers of the dead—
we didn’t have an address,
it didn’t even matter—

There was nothing left—
we evaporated—
condensated along
the shattering glass—
biolumenesence; a map
where there was once skin—
we didn’t need to wear masks—
we were the reaching leaves
and the lichenlicked statues—
we sat still—
we wore off—

We got down on our knees
and pressed the white hot metal
gently into our sockets
with a singe—

They said that half the people
born this year
will never see the milky way—
never see their home—
never see themselves—

How many will be afraid
to look into the mirror—
how many will never know—
never close their eyes and dissolve—
never to see the stained glass
tesseraction aglow spinning slowly
hanging from an iron chain
in the temple of stone—
never to take a deep breath
or submerge their frigid bodies
in the cold clean river—

Never to have a vision
or a dream— you were molded
from the start— you sought refuge
under the wings of corruption—
even the vultures were almost gone—

How many will get the opportunity
and say no— or get a taste
and run away thinking they know—

We went in as far as you could go—
we were relentless—
we stopped at nothing—
if there were others
they were nowhere to be found—
we unearthed what they were hiding—
we disappeared—

We were not haunted
but there was something there—
we walked
until our whiskers froze solid—
until we could conduct
our final experiment—
we were ready
at less than a moments notice—

We didn’t know where we were going—
it didn’t matter—
we were already there

We ran
while we rested—
we were being hunted—
we had permanent files—
we couldn’t care less—

How many will never see the fog
thick in the morning under the canopy
of the forest— never to be stalked
by a mountain lion— never to lay
naked on a bed of pine
beside a fire of eyes with mydriasis;
we could feel it coming for us—

The electric fence no longer worked—
it was time to go downstream—
we adapted to being in a zoo—
we let them use us as lab rats—
we never forgot— we
could see it in the sky
reflecting off of their eyes—

We lit the galactic temple incense—
we never let the fire burn out—
it was burning us alive—
we scoured the dark grey landscape
for anything real—
we were sweating—
swatting flies like it was a ritual—

They tried to forcefeed us
their version of highest-bid history—
made a Greek tragedy out of New York City—
there’s too much money to be made
in destruction; it corrupted us;
it was more profitable than life;
turned people into monsters and slaves—
we were at war without end—

We had clay covered skin—
we drew spirals on the wall—
we could see them looking at us
while we slept— it was rigged
from the very beginning—
we carved notches into our necks—
we tattooed our minds—
we got as far away as we could get
as if it made a difference—

We foraged thru the ice—
we were surrounded
by a dwindling abundance—
we poisoned ourselves—
we were hallucinating
our entire existence—
we ripped our teeth out
with our bare hands—
we squatted on the tundra;
canoed into nowhere—

We were thin and getting thinner
like a rag wrung out—
like a hatchet thrown dead on
into a trunk—

We knew what we were looking for—
we were back to square one—
we had come full circle—
we weren’t coming back—

How many will never be summoned
awake by the call of the voice—
never to inject pure crystalline
lucidity on their deathbed intravenously—

One moment

withdraw the sun, draw the dotted outlines
of night,

peel apart the chests and devour
the microlight,

Solo—  with each word secedes the soul
resonation we are scanning to take flight

(so)

disavow the moon, erase the insides
of day,

carefully bind the backs to keck
a humming darkness,

without will or word rescinds the old
world we left behind