I like how text messages are the new correspondence of lovers and pen pals and parents and littles. It’s sweet: these tiny letters, pixels even, and we touch one another, sometimes in a very special place, while we are trying to work and suddenly go aflutter with memories and fantasies and little sounds and scents and flavors rich and subtle swells of anticipation, legs unraveled in solution, combining protein chains in coming to conclusion.

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.