vine sinew learns intertwined

strength not from education

but from wild inclination

suicide king rolled into

blunt shape stuffed into random

shard of glass bottle - perfect

training vines which already

trained me using their double

reverse plant psychologies

false sunlight protecting man's

spiraling madness, always

reaching deeper at nothing

no vacancy sign not lit

so I stopped; no one inside

so I left two bodies there

"can we go play in that field"

asked the child; "no, we can't"

said mom, “we’re fucking mushrooms”

psychic remnants of past lives

layering internal space

of small town building thickly

absent minded, following

heart with blind eyes pointed at

universal magnetics

roadside fireworks exciting

in theory, mostly tamed by

liability-based laws

vines intertwining much like

intestines twisting inside

with microscopic knowledge

storm clouds steamrolling in from

far horizon like dark sheet

concealing nature’s anger

use of raw fabric fading

as imported newness gets

too cheap to care otherwise

digital disturbances

will one day be memories

as we migrate under trees

GPS coordinates

of right finder up until

crossing left finger gone right

I'm not from bloodlines which are

able to keep vehicles

clean as hell for five decades

the assholes will always win

in the end - the system was

designed for their protection

cinderblock building lessons

often discriminated

against by gentrified types

the beauty of burning words

best left unprinted because

secular morality

useless words lost to ashes - 

pretentious self-importance

somehow found its way to print

neuro-ontological

lights flame up from consulting

the ancient masters’ word lifes

secondhand lives built inside

the parts that are left after

what’s wanted most gets snatched up

behemoth populations

demand agricultural

appropriation of earth

dioramas of futures

that have become outdated,

no longer even plugged in

American visions blurred

by comfort; recalibrate

myself getting lost nowhere