tween daughter desiring mint

green Adidas pretty hard,

leaves browser windows open

Sir Chillington Loungewirth built

his fortune the old ways - by

exploiting the poors’ labor

Saint Remi's white dove of peace

returns each autumn - ultra

magnetoreception

wires carry enlightenment

education and science

blesses superiors with

sitting naked with the trees,

confessing my human crimes,

aligning spine with white oak

ancestral spirit fire fist

punching at gut from inside

with intuitive shit talk

detoxifying my flesh

through loss-of-consciousness sleep

and cleansing effect of worms

late model Buick Skylark

collecting material

overflow from cramped quarters

these industrial grids shall

be covered with fungus and

moss to breakdown “permanence”

fairy lights give fair warning

along forest floor - "your man

ways are not welcome here”

annotations along spine,

cord of nerves carries impulse

between heart and eye sockets

cheap digital camera

five models outdated makes

techniques experimental

countless lives with infinite

potential all passing by

anonymously, and gone

they say we seventy-five

percent water, kin to clouds,

yet here I stand, still, stagnant

interior transmissions

of gaia nucleus boost,

shooting through varied tendrils

visited autobody

shop in Bronx each night, until

consciousness broke connection

rainbow industrial world

manifestation of my

unown culture fermented

ethereal glow over

Bird Tribe Compound as sky shifts

between Asr and Maghrib

mycological's "perfect"

don't match man's psychology,

not until our humane death

fat cap proselytizing

about their "advanced mushroom

technologies” back in woods

daily path twice a day, and

yet nothing's ever the same;

maintain presence in moment

driving into forever,

drunk off the universe's

never-ending potential

memories buried behind

plywood windows, feral vines

reclaiming lumber as earth

beneath the bridge they spray paint

middle fingers pointed at

respectable world up top