MY S3C0ND CH1LD B0RN VPST41RS...

my second child born upstairs

in this simple country home,

thus it's still sanctified ground

B4BY 0F TH3 F4M1LY...

baby of the family

still blossoming with strong style

spirit, more and more each year

3N3RGY S0 4BVND4NT...

energy so abundant

never seems to dissipate,

no matter the day's chaos

CVRL3D VP 0N LVMPY M4TTR3SS...

curled up on lumpy mattress

listening to rain patter

against rusting green rooftop

M1X3D 0VR G3N3T1CS, M1X3D 0VR...

mixed our genetics, mixed our

records, mixed our books; gotta

figure out splitting it up

N3V3R G3T T0 TH3 B0TT0M...

never get to the bottom

of the clutter which we've built

for nearly two slurred decades

JJ Krupert Dec 2017 number three "buildings and bridges"

Back in the day when the person who is now my wife was just someone I was seeing, a good idea for a date for us was get an 18-pack of Budweiser and drive in any particular direction out of Richmond, where we lived, just getting out to the country. I tended to go hard back then, so it didn’t take long to get elbow deep into an 18-pack, and generally this might have been mix-n-matched with other thangs. More than once in our early dating did I end up slurred beyond self-control, sometimes entirely debilitated into blathering incomprehensible fool. She hung with a number of early militant feminist art types back then as well, thus Ani DiFranco was never far from being at hand. Thus, I have strong blurry memories of being all fucked up and slouched over in passenger seat while she – perhaps angrily, perhaps not – started blasting Ani DiFranco driving us back from wherever we were, or me back from wherever she came to retrieve me from my own chaos. Back then, after I had fucked up us dating the first time round, I sort of held a grudge against all Ani DiFranco music – coming from the Ugh zone. But now, after all this time, the old shit has sort of sunk into my brain as a warm memory of transitional times: disappearing back into the country, eventually finding family, eventually even learning to not make myself all fucked up to deal with how out of place I felt (feel?) in this world.

This is weird counter-balance to the G.G. Allin of last sharing Krupertdom, but they fit together in the enigma of existence. I am good with both those parts, but also glad that I actually live IRL somewhere between the two now. I do not want to be as trapped in own doom as Allin was, but also don’t need to be stuck in the assigned patriarchal roles culture wants to assign me to. I am not that dude, not either of those dudes actually.

Of course none of this matters – not my opinion on the space I occupy as human, or even these words still barely dribbling through the digital viaduct, because external judgments will always be applied, and even enforced, militantly. The self-medicated degenerates and the progressive reformists both are militant about their right and wrongs, with little room for grey area tolerance. All I can do is whatever it is I do, which is still – though not all fucked up and slouched over – mostly unplanned and somewhat incomprehensible. Life is never what you plan it to be, and yet somehow the signs were always there.

FR3SH SP1R1TS B0RN FR0M FVS10N...

fresh spirits born from fusion

of two previous versions,

one day standing on their own

S1BL1NG S1LH0V3TT3S 4G41NST...

sibling silhouettes against

setting sun backdrop, stupid

father snaps crappy pictures

0XYM0R0N1C TH1NK1NG...

oxymoronic thinking

involved with "adult children" -

letting go while protecting

0FFSPR1NG FVLL-GR0WN, BL0SS0M1NG...

offspring full-grown, blossoming

into non-manufactured

human, being in this world

freestyle sonnet #082: DREAMS OF COMPOUND EXPANSION

Dream situation with expanded compound means 

labyrinth laid out with native white quartz from vein 

running beneath feet; means medicinal herb screens 

hung from more hooks to dry out; means hard-to-explain 

connection to direction without "smart" device 

of electronic nature is strengthened; means paths 

to walk piedmont foothills following imprecise 

yet perfect track of the wild grows; means space for maths 

to be calculated which existed pre-English; 

means palpitations of anxious domesticated 

heart can calm for breath or two, to help extinguish 

fight-or-flight fires "civilized" arson created; 

means taking just care of land just as land takes care 

of you through acts of biospherical welfare. 

(The Bird Tribe - meaning my family - currently got a GoFundMe going to try and purchase the land surrounding our compound, to work into the compound and make a plant sanctuary for my ol' lady's herbal practice, and an extension of my illegitimate arts, and also to keep from being broken into tiny plots of power gridlock. Please visit the page, and drop five on it if you can.)

freestyle sonnet #081: CONTEMPLATING NAS, FINANCE, & THE WHEEL OF TIME

Nas wrote, "That buck that bought a bottle could've struck

the lotto" in '94... 'Til infinity

I will likely grapple with my feelings of stuck

in financial traps (plus ruts). Masculinity

of toxic nature sprayed on my insides so that

not being able to provide without asking

is seen as weak (plus embarrassing). All this fat

of the land has been skimmed (it seems)... multi-tasking

with skilled proficiency no longer gets ahead

(plus chokes heart), so dreams tend to die on psychic vines.

Oh well... walk this life with safety net in the red

(and underwater), and wait for Wheel of Time's tines

to turn the meek to surface, and superficial

beneath... Wheel of Time remains most judicial.

(The Bird Tribe - meaning my family - currently got a GoFundMe going to try and purchase the land surrounding our compound, to work into the compound and make a plant sanctuary for my ol' lady's herbal practice, and an extension of my illegitimate arts, and also to keep from being broken into tiny plots of power gridlock. Please visit the page, and drop five on it if you can.)

scratching across the planet's

surface, attempting to build

some sense of safety as “home”

ethereal glow over

Bird Tribe Compound as sky shifts

between Asr and Maghrib

Bird Tribe compound energies

half-feral improvements of

innate gridlocked genetics

external appraisals done

through pyramid scam prism

tend to undervalue “home”

financial security

net precarious at best,

but we treat this place like home

achieving peace-meal compound

slowly over the decades,

building simple Shambhala

what looks simple in passing

actually helps shelter

five complex souls for safe growth