The Ballad of Randy Weaver

Picnics in the summer sun.
Idaho family fun.
Big time job for the man?
No thanks, I don’t think I can.
Don’t you know, they’d try again.

Caught me in the trap they set
My dog, my boy, my lovely wife
Won’t be coming home again.
I said no to government;
Take my life, I’m through with it.

What are you afraid of Uncle Sam?
Bought and paid for Uncle Sam?
What’s it mean to be American?
The motherland of last stands
Pilgrim pride, bloody hands
Freedom for all or none?
Stop fighting when the war is won.

Excuse me officer, you’re blocking our sun
Mirrored shades resisting the male gaze
Animus of ancient rage encaged
That story bleeds through the page
The weak cut down before their age
The lion doesn’t share his mates
And so all the more he makes
The lioness’ pride he takes
Until his jaw line breaks
And his grey mane shakes
And the dusty earth quakes
And so in crawl the snakes
To ruin everybody’s day
Take what you love most away
Your hide, your hair, your inner life.

What are you afraid of in this land?
Bought and paid for native land
What was taken from Americans
The mother of all last stands
National pride, zip-tied hands
Freedom for all or no one
This civilization of war cannot be won.

Picnics in the summer sun
the family all having fun
Ruby Ridge and everywhere
give thanks, take good care
Try it, just try it again

Grown Together

Look at yourself in the magic mushroom mirror:
You’ve never seen anything clearer
Than a monkey with a Mona Lisa smile.

Lawyers are trained to lie
Mothers leave their babies cry
Murdering strangers is hazardous duty
Pay-per-view your brothers’ blood
In rotting ruins of ancient beauty
Rape a city set afire from
Buzzing angels in the clear blue sky
But babylon survives,
Sodom and Gomorrah thrive
A spectre looming, business is booming
Iron islands rising above the human tide
The edifice of avarice, all-conquering consumption
The philosophers locked away in towers,
can’t call up a function
Warlords wipe their ass with our power
About fracking parking tickets property tax,
library late fines and gold mines,

We need to build minds not pipelines
We don’t need jail, we don’t need money
To keep the presses running all day and night
Work weekends to make ends meet
Or beach day on repeat, still you won’t
Even if you win, still count the cost
All that profit comes at a loss:
humanity, integrity, sanity, unity,
An imbalance sheet without line item empathy
Dispense with these formalities,
Dissolve the business entities,
the borders and the enemies

Like all the other social species,
the Hives and Colonies,
The Packs, the Prides, the Hooves, the Hides,
The microbe biome we all are inside,
Together we live, together we die.

Panacea

You can love me once a week at dinner
Cause I love me enough for all us sinners
Not losers or winners, universe is ever
expanding its search
For what it’s worth an urchin gets inside out turnt
But that’s how it worked in the wild back when
A klein bottle doll on a sandpaper shelf
All tangled up in yourself you slipped and fell
Run tattle tell down the well a young one
Filled the well up with tears and the
dog came stumbling after to a lot of canned laughter
Chasing up the ladder of a ball turret gunner
Don’t go on alone; faster and faster into the chamber
Brass balls aflame where fame is the name game
Come home lame for shame for the same damn thing
The ruling class of newfangled spin cycle swindlers

If you can love a bunch of war criminal mistresses
or wall street widowmakers
raining rejoinders on witnesses
Invoice insecure inmates interred
in the work hard play hard camp Friday in the yard
Birthday cupcakes of condescending cow waste
Commute to the burn unit factories
of fallacies fermenting fetid delicacies
Garrulous growl gallbladder grizure great grandfather
Slithering sadistic slick sarcastic sever tendencies
Package treaty, coastline receding, ice sheets retreating,
lifeline reeling numb the feelings,
so appealing not to be dealing
With those concealing the need for plant based healing
Or the equivalent of ice cream, spoon, and I’m listening
can’t you see it’s not the same as prozac or wellbutrin
Viagra, fluoride, spray tan orange, insecticide,
genetically modified Doctor Frankenstein
Go with kama-sutra and some whole food nutrients
But truthfully it’s an exercise in futility,
you’re all gonna die eventually
But humanity will birth the next
hyperdimensional sentient entity
Transcending our understanding
without evidence of concomitance
Defenseless and relentless colonists
all our old habits die hard with a vengeance
hard to break and hard to make and hard to fake
so I wake and bake and slake thirst with water
not cocaine cola not a rock and rolla elvis impersonator
Two chain success is not progress
in the face of habitable exoplanets in the goldilocks zone

Scan it plan it drone it land it man it terraform it
hand it over to the robot roving caretakers
Technolovers self assembled in vats of nanomatter,
one planetary resource party platter of superintelligent
interconnected organisms, android or spheroid,
proto-humanoid photodiodes in a cardioid pattern
At the end of the epoch known as the Kardashian era
and onto a real civilization of Kardashov type one
And one day we’ll upgrade to type two
And if we maintain the course we intend to
The spark that we lend is the spirit and breath
the quark level animus that’s scale independent
Fractal segment of superstrings
wriggling in and out of existence
Temporary potentialities resolved in higher dimensions
There’s something I forgot to mention
Say no to pharmaceuticals, don’t trust the schools,
Life is a game where you make up the rules
Love is for everyone, kids and killers and fools.

Identity Politics

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose,
by any other name would smell as sweet.”

— Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

Slut. Whore. Pimp. Rapist. Facist. Father. Pedophile. Racist. Mother. Evil. Murderer. Nazi.

What do these words mean to you? Have their meanings changed over time? Do you identify with any of them? How will these words shape your life, your actions? Is their meaning the same for you as it is for other people? What is a word?

Words are tools. We use them all the time, speaking, writing, thinking… yet they are somehow not real. You can’t drive a nail with the word hammer, but you can drive a nail with an actual hammer, even if you say you’re detailing your Hyundai. Words are labels, abstract metaphysical containers that can be filled with infinite contradictory meanings, concurrently. Words are not the truth. Words get at the truth, approximate the truth, but never fully encapsulate the truth.

If you take a sharpie and write Yummy Baby Food on a box of rat poison, that doesn’t initiate an alchemical process whereby the contents are converted into smooth sweet potato goo. The label Rat Poison insists on its lethal application to small mammals, but is it moral to administer it to such creatures, or any creatures at all? Even the chemically accurate label Zinc Phosphide is existentially incomplete, lacking in normative or instructive content.

The Future is Female?

It’s pretty ballsy to declare that 3.5 billion people have no future on the planet, and to single out that group because of their gender. Even if 100% of males historically oppressed 100% of females for all of history, switching the names of the oppressor and the oppressed does not end the oppression. 5×3=15. 3×5=15. A literary example from the oft-quoted and misunderstood 1984, the stated name of the enemy changes from one country to another (sometimes in the middle of a denunciation of their evilness) but the war continues unabated.

Osama Bin Laden and many others were trained and paid by the US to fight the soviets. Then they were listed as evildoers, enemies of freedom, and marked for death. Welcome to 1984.

The law only works to suppress those who are not powerful enough to overcome it in the pursuit of their personal desires. Even those not powerful enough to overcome or circumvent the law can be so strongly motivated that they pursue their desires despite full knowledge that it will lead to their destruction in the machinery of the State. Homicide laws don’t deter the POTUS from sending robots to murder whole families in Libya. Tax laws don’t deter corporations from evading trillions in tax liability, they mostly penalize individuals. The answer is not to attain this multinational level power as an individual, in order to pursue personal desires, necessarily at the expense of others. The answer is not to punish those who pursue personal desires, or who hurt others in their pursuits. The answer is to expose, elucidate and embrace the interconnectedness of everyone and everything. There is place for you here.

At the base of tyranny is control of language. It’s in us versus them. Democrat or Republican. Man or Woman. African or Caucasian. Adult or Child. Criminal or Lawful. Rich or Poor. Muslim or Christian. Good or Evil. It’s more accurate to say we’re all human. More accurate still, we are all animals. Even more, we are all dust encircling the sun. Most accurately, we are all matter, the ~5% of the universe that we know literally anything about.

Text Missive

She’s all about seeding emotion
Positive or negative equality
It is what it is, but neither is
For better or worse, forget
The curse and the blessing
They are the same thing
A salad has dressing
A divorce is as messy
As marriage is heavy
A lie tells the truth
If you take a good look
Past the paint job
under the hood
You know what runs this shit
Power when we come together
Power when we fuck and split
Atoms make all the eves
And she up and cleaves
Sunlight reaves and leaves
Make use of the abuse
Grow out from the center
Chrysanthemum metaphor
All the rest of us are
Left to our own devices
Lamb’s ears and tricycles
Love is the priceless
The naughty and nice list
The profits and losses
Effects and causes
The limited and infinite
It’ll never happen, ’til it did
Now what do you say to that
What if we did what I thought
What if we never get caught
In the just as soon as forgot
Two trees entwined forever
In case of emergency
Pull on the red lever
Out of the wreckage
Fashion a weapon
Study your lessons
Come up to meet me
And I will still seek thee
Glances obliquely advances
Discretely in chemistry
Parts of you are inside me
Not quite a cocktail
More of a mixed drink
A little splash of each
Just a toe in at the beach
But if you could see what I see
Flip the switch and watch me
Lightning forking and fingering
Our suffering and singing
Grounded and still spinning
Around the same thing
The Empire of Resistance
At least we’re consistent
Considering history.


A list is for the listless
Motivation is endless
For the passionate people
Imperative impetus to
Deleterious detritus of
Conservative excess in a
Toyota or Lexus
Either sufficient to exit
When difference perplexes
In the context of sex it’s
A bomb in the solar plexus
To even contest this
Physical nexus what’s next is
Spirit and science reflect us
The mirror a mentalist
Trick of consensus
Consent to repent
And drop all defenses
The war is relentless
Pointless to end this
Mysterious madness
The victors are vanquished
When our values are vanished
Like smoke from the cannabis
Inhale the fabulous
Fashion a clerical countenance
For the new era of selling ish
Dump all the baggages
Sever the purse strings
Of the old puppet masters
Who keep selling us cancers
We dance in a confluence
Of coming attractions
Questions and answers
Divisions and factions
Margins and fractions
Our thoughts breed actions
Compound contractions
Syllables sizzle in sessions
Of clay tablet impressions
Make truth the confession
And one love the religion.


Swimming in the deep end
of the belly of the whale,
I miss our sheep.
We apes can be
of mutual assistance
independent of scale
without slapping a label on it
We’re entangled quanta in orbit
Infrared shifted gravitational companions
in countenance of cosmological significance
Colloid of constant chemical collisions
Nebulous supernova pales in reverence
Dramaturgic archetypal
mixtape of elegance
Handed down as the
perpetual sentence

Uphold the binary monopoly
on the landscape of sexuality
take this, warrior princess
The holy catalyst of a blood tryst
your hero journey begins
with an unexpected kiss.

A dream of fog
this endless journey
to the center of ourselves.
Rain collects in mountain moss
Soaks through rock and tree
And you and me the waterfalls
The excess joys of cloud cover
Rapunzel in gray towers
Separate showers
Coupled powers
Climb up the heat waves
esurient slaves made
Masterpieces slick and staid
As highway winds through
Primeval words worth worlds.
Serial parallel undertow spell
The river runs through us
Still standing in presence
Current of future and past
A heaven of hello what’s this
And I don’t even know you.


I crossed my legs on a platform of concrete,
72 feet above a mountain peak at the height of an acidulous trip.
And a burning sadness lay on my shoulders.
It had been there perhaps forever, but I suddenly became aware
and it told me its name. Each familiar fold,
every burr and ingrown fiber, push-pulled at my raw skin.

Terrence McKenna once described a thought
nearly identical to mine.
It shocked me into a sense of urgency,
so similar was the mental landscape of his story,
but for the tree under which he was stricken with epiphany.

In all the hours I’ve spent on the couches
of psychotherapists and counselors,
with barstool confessionals
and priestesses in bedsheet vestments,
vesicles of revelations and content
plentiful and powerful and nascent.

Then it became so clear to me, how much pain everyone feels.
How we are all haggard and hackles for all we’ve been though.
Our parents, our siblings, our former lovers, dogs and cats.
Their faces and bodies twisted in pain, eyes wet, mouths agape,
veins like roots exposed at the neck and forehead,
fixed in the marble of memory, crying out to me for mercy.

And I recall the orangutan in the mirror,
wide cheeks and confusion turning to laughter.
I’ve smashed my feet around the forest,
gazing up into the woven canopy,
eating the toadstools and berries.
Where we’re going and whence we’ve come
is the same impenetrable question.
The same invaluable lesson:
How pervasive is the web of lies,
when facing the truth is notable.

What do I think about earrings and makeup?
It’s made up bullshit, that’s what.

Ornamentation is unnecessary for us.
It is purposeless by definition.
Unless you define its purpose
as appearing more glamorous, Jennifer
garnering more attention
in competition with your fellow females
for high score in a hypergamy mating scheme.

It’s virtue signaling.
Wealth and status seeking.
It’s appearance over actuality.
Seeming over being.
It’s an artifact of culture.
Verisimilitude of ecclesiastic vanity.

The ends justify the means?
Is that the same for murder and sodomy?
If that’s what makes you happy,
See, plastic surgery is a tourniquet
When love is what you need
Fix the hole in the whole
Or be buried in compunction.
Are you a burn victim?
Restrained in movement?
Can’t breathe or function?

There is an imagined state
Of lacking in some or other way
That surgery of breast or face
Will never cure, to the contrary,
It reinforces the structure
Of cultural pressures
Of the fear of gene death
Of the external security
Of the terrible scrutiny
The inherent insufficiency
Of our primate legacy.

Sex is reproduction
A chemical junction,
Survival, a function
Of mammalian compulsion
For glandular food production
But Babies can’t feed
from a silicone teat
And the fertility you seek is
Destroyed by mere seeming

The symmetrical face to which
General health correlates,
The collagen injections
And bacterial toxins negate.
But that doesn’t even really
matter nowadays,
Look at our long life span,
Our tiny infant mortality rate;
The gap between
reproductive fitness
And sexual market
value optimization
Is about the size
Of the fucking
Grand Canyon.

I don’t have the popular
pleasing symmetrical features.
And the process doesn’t
benefit or effect me.
But the mind is a diamond
And so the flaws are glaring
inclusions and discolorations
Are part of the territory
But carve them out
and reduce the glory.

Almost no-body
is unfit to mate
Nearly every one of us has
the capacity to procreate.
Part of the standard package
We come equipped with
Like thinking and moving
And learning some new shit.

So don’t worry if
you’ve got small breasts
Your nose is crooked
or your eyes are offset
It’s not the paint job
that makes a corvette
Go vroom and no kind of body
is the real you.

It infringes on another’s freedom when you lie to them.
You give them the impression you are one way to grasp
their interest and time and activity,
but you are not who you claim to be.
You’ve falsely advertised the product as other than it is.
That’s usury, cheating and ugly.

It’s like this:
Armed robbery is obvious
A con, a grift is surreptitious
For a parallel example
Rape is plain to see but
Sexual manipulation is sneaky.

Rape induced pregnancies are often terminated
for reasons assorted, she told me
But rape isn’t a genetic tendency,
and abortion doesn’t undo it
or prevent it in the future.
It’s one selfish act after another.
I don’t believe in either.
But I understand both
Are people just trying to feel better.

The collective lack of empathy
is endemic to human society,
across cultures and categories.
It affects us all, and so the weight
is shouldered more or less equally.

And it’s interesting you mentioned what does
and does not deserve reckoning…
are you the arbiter of such things?
Are you intimating I’m placing blame
or passing judgement upon a human being?
I am in no such way inclined to be operating.
I do not castigate, but observe and opine.
Hell I don’t even blame someone for committing
a rape, even if it’s mine.

Understanding the suffering
Of everyone, equally.
That’s the change I will be.

Cultures selectively judge
some as good folks and bad hombres,
and happily put some of the weaker in cages,
slaughter and torment them with impunity
and reconstruct their ideology
to include such depravity.
It’s the moral dark ages.
We do what we have to do.
We always get what we need
to make it through.
But that’s not to say
it’s the best way, or ok.

Is this really the best we can do?

Must we act the fool?
The monkeys do as we do
Built upon dead logs
ancestral forest we rise
Stretch out from core to sky.
A planetary adversary
All human kind, kin, her and him,
this that it those and they
Every tree is different
What lives on and in them
Conduits for gasses pulling
Ever towards the local center
And so on and so on
We are earth flares
Crust mass ejections
Bubbling magma in
chemical interactions
So complex with
temperature gradients
and pressure fields
of green fur vagrants
Clouds of iron and
copper rain behavior
Divinity or bastards,
cops or robbers, grave digger
absentee landlord or the
golden arms of grandfather:

Los sabios saben que no son sabios.
Porque, pa’ aprender, primera que no saben.

The latest version
in terrestrial evolution
is the ape which knows
it does not know
and so, learns more
than it’s forgotten.