Daddy didn't smoke oh really
She lived between London Houston and Geneva so how'd she know
Habits of her institutionalized papa who spent his latter decades
in my hometown
Smoking indoors in his home when we were pre teens
Smoking when he visited our home as teens
Smoking in the nursing home for the last decade of life
Create mythology out of magic dream sand
I'll play polo and my hunting hounds will decanter the ambrosia of fantasy
Served on velvet pillows
To my chalet of nylon utopia
Shrill insistence drills it home
There's no tobacco in swiss cheese just holes
made by escapism speech bubbles
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Don't talk to strangers he jokes as I push my life over
Ground dew wet and limb strewn from storm ice
He's gottabottle beer grin
I just jumped in my car in Eugene 5 am now we're home
looking at his happy bad dog
Sunlight and 40 degrees
I'm coffee bound moments later
A week without beer
That's the mesa wakan turquoise pillowcase keeping head upward
Ebb and flow full moon waxes and wanes
as the lunar lander lists on its side, typical
Antennas cattywhimper cattywhimper data gossip
to their handlers on earth
They caught their foot on a rock and plop
That's a quarter billion flop
It still mixes tang, tho
Just inject the gerbil wheel with more money gland glitter
Rise and shine buttercup as boss rush used to chime
Vicarious optimism from anyone most welcome
after three days locked out of everything
A door malfunction magnet computer No, right or wrong
Left to fend February sans umbrella, without money, with dwindling phonebattery dregs, with only free chocolate from the community center, no swimsuit, unwelcomed by four a.m. strangers
Who talk self edification to sleeping men on the ground, crouched at a safe distance in pleated brown trousers
A pinch of truth, an ounce of trust, add rain, mix with wind
I've been here over three years
He leaves and I regenerate
Dang that coffee good
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Took the sticker off my bike
Love hath no limits
I'd peeled it off a pole at the bus stop
It was cheery I thought on my rusty clunker
As with most aphorisms untrue
As with all inspirational cliche,
Lacking depth
Superficial met its limit here
I could provide examples but that's been done to some smattering of approval
I'm not running some damn cult here
I'm not mixing rainbow koolaide for free
I threw it in the trash, boy how I liked that
I marked my progress on the next pole I walked past
with a rule book balanced on my head for a straightedge
I don't have a doorway or child to keep track of
A saddest face sat on a man that could be a cousin or brother on the bus
Looks like me if I gained 40 pounds and misery
Yesterday's gone
It met its limits.
Buddha said it, Chris Parker taught it, NASA funds it
If sky is the litmus, be unattached base
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"Members of the Fort McDermitt Paiute and Shoshone Tribe have stated that their tribe "descends from essentially two families who, hiding in Thacker Pass, managed to avoid being sent to reservations farther away from our ancestral lands" and hence that this tribe owes its existence to the shelter provided by the Pass.
Thacker Pass is called Peehee mu'huh in the Paiute language, meaning 'rotten moon'.
This name derives from an 1865 massacre that Native tribes contend occurred at Thacker Pass
(though the BLM contends that the site is 15 miles away),
where a band of Paiute families were killed."
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There are limits to power
Ask rotten moon, ask nature
Ripping apart in cycles of hunger
Creates hunger and steamrolls law
Speed is haste preceding waste
The toxins seep into the Columbia from hanford
So that they may marry
Toxins dumped in barrels off the coast of hollywood
No Nevada shotgun marriage
Ceremony, only an offshore account run by legitimized mafia
Earth squirms sentient
Colloidal karma juices our handless veering toward slow televised death
Nazi musk rolls in the sage,
New innards adorn his tuxedo
As he shoots a few wolves from his hovercraft
Asphalt is poured over the volcanic remnants
To get the bison heart off to India, China, Florida, and Italy
It's still beating
Feel the cost
Limitless love
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One day after years apart, we'd meet on the corner
Both on bikes, yours lithium electric.
You said you'd called out just earlier to some one who looked like me
Last I saw you was at the farmers market
You came to get your mandolin
Tattooed with a hexagon hogan, like the yurt
just off old logie trail where I played it
You rode away with it on your motorcycle.
You don't drink coffee you say.
I don't use gasoline I omit to mention. Nevertheless, always good to see you.
You had a dream about moon mining, remember?
Remember our mustang
From the Steens. What was his name? Tesla.
Vet threw his nuts on the barn roof out in troutdale
I rode him for the first time the day we sold him
Nursed on lithium grass milk
Takes awhile to charge
SE Portland
For Natalie
------flb
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