I cannot accord sympathy to those who do not recognize the human crisis

Hear sub-sonic nursery rhymes

Through warped, chopped apple seeds

They splice then breed charred cherry tree

Doubled traces of

Close those openings

Places where he's sucked she's stuck

They'll cut your fingers off

If you-ever-touch-your organs

Or self

Ha!

Now he knows her teapot tantrums

And now she knows her teapot whirring:

Nothing stirred

I’m Nobody! Who are you?

Are you – Nobody – too?

Then there’s a pair of us!

Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!

How public – like a Frog –

To tell one’s name – the livelong June –

To an admiring Bog!

I cannot accord sympathy to those who do not recognize the human crisis

So abstract and dead to think

Feelings are something thought about

That feeling nothing

is default

As golden twizzlers yield asphalt prison

A sky made of stone

When with virtual saturation

Desire has been flattened, google imagines

The culture uploaded

doctored in photoshop

Is nostalgic for meaning

In a sentimental

reality principle

Homogenous screens with

Interchangeable views

Genocide and kitties both

Clicks

On youtube play lists

The psychic space colonized

In commercial ambience

Neuters senses, demands compliance

Trains minds to accept injustice

That keeps your heart

Broken

‘keep it together’, ‘a lucky break’

These phrases inaugurated

When the word was body, material sense

Now you wander through symbolic dungeons

Viewing the ache abstractions of a body

That’s cosmic

Figured as evil bankers, corporations insensitive

It isn't logical, it never was

Unstoppable

Action becomes

Seemingly futile and

King inertia reigns

There is nothing to fear down in the dark

It is a heart’s grief

For its weary wanderer waiting to flower

Congealed and enclosed

as a somatic structure

The visual: an incarnation trap

That hardens the feeld

its teensy tiny memory pebbles

to a fixed image

Easily mistaken as one’s self

But that angel

Is free of substance, a guide

Already liberated

Joins you on any reflective surface

Mrs. anonymous undoes the knots

Through eternity’s battleground

Where there’s no one to impress

As we tunnel stars

Yr scope through mist merely habit

Rooms rearrange geometry

Perverse politicians a counterfeit fiction

Galactic swimmer, denizen of andromeda

You are so beautiful

A new ground to be achieved at last

messiahs dance

in golden webbed

time machines

Arise as a rose

A rose aroused

Find this world you find them all

For from the many comes 2 betrothed

Retaking your world that has been lost

And

You are

Ready