Dark Dark Moon

1.
it’s all too terribly sad–
is it?
even the midwinter sun?

2.
a kind of hammer
and grappling hook with the rope
carefully coiled
and set beside fresh dug earth
around the manhole cover
looked terribly out of place
in the forest.

3.
they were both wearing jackets–
and then all of a sudden
the little one began to growl and whine
i said to the owner:
she’s friendly
and she strode past me
saying:
the big ones paw at him
and he just gets so terribly upset by it.

(before sleep last night
i tried coaxing ocean dreams:
with me as the starfish and you
the dope sea urchin)

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The God of Water

They’re called Sea Angels,
nearly microscopic they fly
beneath the ice
in the waters near Japan.

I imagine them
a fluid, gliding
constellation–
each their own design
and distinct yet innumerable

and that maybe
we’ve got it flipped–
it’s the sky’s reflection:
we’ve been searching and insisting
for god
pining
with craned necks

doing everything we do
at the beneficence
of water.

Sssssh

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current attitude: tea
quiet
sweet
milky (non-dairy, standard)

2,000 or so Veterans are en route to Standing Rock.
Listen to the way your body responds to that.
(pleasure of all pleasures)
“Christmas” is on the way… fuck that noise.
Capitalism is an opioid, distresses the guts and makes you constipated.
We don’t need presents.
We need presence.