April 24, 2015
Similar to farm raised turkey
and Monsanto corn,
our immune systems have been compromised
by the monocultures we create;
our tendency for convenience and familiarity
has placed us at the precarious edge of catastrophe,
absolutely starved-fat and defensively naked.
it does save us money at the grocery,
and help those in control of the industry.
April 17, 2015
A good day
a good morning,
starts with clear sight,
and an open mind,
starts with a coffee in hand,
starts with movement
a good day starts with starting,
a good day starts with you.
April 16, 2015
I sat on a wooden deck
the Midwest Poetry Summit,
what a night, sights
whisky breath and sunburnt,
see Scott Seekins—the Artist, the artistry,
everywhere and nowhere at once: art,
local artists sitting in a corner,
all talking and laughing,
patting each other’s backs with hard-handed purpose—see(?),
an overzealous—bee sting effect,
saying: “we are” and “oh ho!”,
it was enough
to make a common person cry,
a tidal wave
April 15, 2015
the space within a backpack
heavy and overpriced textbooks
cheap ripened bananas,
next to each
They tell a tale of economics and lifestyle…
I go along Coffman Memorial Union,
the pricey disaster
April 12, 2015
In a tight vanilla pale room
with a tangerine sunset view,
where high association
shared big words
and accomplishments tacitly,
wink to a nod,
touching pinked-white hands—shaking,
close, related, akin,
with more than five dollar’s worth of language present, presented,
of which few perhaps did understand,
it didn’t matter though,
behind modern dark faux wooden frames, Lennon round,
piercing eyes darted—knowing names, big thanks,
as bodies in ironed button up shirts,
suit jackets dusted,
leather shoes shined,
and neutral colored slacks creased,
hair done stiff, fine—slicked back shine,
lines and verses and words;
as those within oohed and aahed,
at each vocal cord’s articulation,
as attendees and audience members
smiled, drank, laughed, explained, translated, and clapped.
A brave man said with confidence to the glaring crowd: this was the movement,
we were it.
I guess maybe I couldn’t relate;
I felt more like a dried stalk of corn in a Midwestern summertime field,
some monocultures are unescapable.
April 8, 2015
There was an attractive space recently filled,
which became an empty void.
That empty void,
became a great opportunity.
That great opportunity,
became a fleeting moment.
That fleeting moment of great opportunity of an empty void,
was then filled whole.
In the process of planning,
you missed the entire occurrence.
O now how the coffee tastes
so bitter at the bottom,