poem 266 of a poem a day for 2012

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 ©