envelope
painter
will
you help me find my third rail
my
strategic naked ape paradox
will
you bring me back
to
a here every time
will
you know
which
light pollution-less
sky
is mine
in
this world of ours
with
too many flags
too
many walls
yellowed
with sodium sorrow
I
mean we are free to do anything here
we
just can’t do it freely
for instance
when we walk the dog
picking up the shit
with plastic bags
to dispose of it
with disdain
we express
a sense of incredulous
like
it wasn’t a warm
part
of life at one time
am I that insane to think
maybe
we shouldn’t
have
as many dogs domesticated
maybe
the disappearing wilds
in
nature can be enhanced
with the chained wild
that
our humanity claims
is
spiritual evolution
though
for sure it only looks
like its revolutionary
because
words today
are
certain to be selling you
something
along the way
to defang your sharp edges
so
while we are free to do it anywhere
there
is just a price
to
be paid here
in
labor rules
in
capitalism root hunger
in
profit in blood and bone
in
the stars and bars
in
the private prisons
in
their public angle shine
so
if you decide to help me
you
must know I will stay indoors
turn
off the TV and
listen
for the hook wings
of
every far away
every
act every play
every
slow finger nicely game
for
every laugh
for
who will make dinner
and
who will start dessert first
for
keeping the scent of sex nearby
whenever
the shit hits the fan
and a depravation-chambering of the rain
gets the first call
for
restoration
for re-emulsification
for stringing lightning
for yoking fire
for salting knives that carve time
into
our hollows
because this is
where
our memories go
to
be color in the grooves
to
be the dug in spun record
playing
wet clay rhythm sounds
to
be two hands cupped together
for
more please
to
be the view of electrocution
to
be a perfect nose of circumstances
to
be loomed into words and dejavu
to
be dance partners in silence
to
be wanting to steal everything
that
births between water and explaining
why
I can’t stop crying jagged spawn bleeds
why
I can’t stop crawling onto the canvas again
EJR
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I cant find the right words to do this one justice so will just say..bravo.
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