Chainsaw Poetry
David J Walker
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Ignition of the
Whirrrrrrrrrrrr into
Action
The attraction of
A curio crowd
Loud
with big gulp glops of dripping
snow cones drops melting on the summer
mountain of a westbound sun
they have all come
to see me cut
Poems out of Pine trees
And catch prose
In the breeze
Of a hot grease
Smelling salts
Tourist trap gas station
Not even
On the map
To some other destination
The chain saw whine
Drowns other sounds
As I cut
Four letter words
That rhyme
With Pine
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Ignition of a blur of
The naughtiest words
Learned on the playground
Found and impounded
Into poetry
As the parents hide the eyes
Of the kids and stop and watch in shock
At the artistry of
Chainsaw poetry
I'm reading "Daring Democracy,"
Frances Moore Lappe and Adam Eichen,
noticing here too
racial justice glops onto EarthJustice.
This isn't news,
although maybe gospel GoodNews,
that polycultural regenerativity
and multicultural democratic health
are two reverse faces
of White
and Climate
Fragility,
In turn,
the ancient green health/wealth Face
resisting white nation-state western privilege,
militarism
colonialism
patriarchalism
nature/spirit dualism
fundamentalism
Anti-evangelical multicultural health,
regenerative wealth.
I lay my Daring Democracy paperback aside
lost in wonder
how we ever could imagine
degenerative monocultural elitism
as more worthy of a healthy democratic republic
than regenerative polycultural privilege
of sacred grace
Equally true
and cause for gratitude
whether atheist,
and/or monotheist,
and/or polytheist,
and/or pantheist,
and/or panentheist,
and/or ecologist,
and/or co-redeemer for EarthJustice.
Emergence
Out of darkness and ice
Freezing mountain caverns held tight
Elemental crystals bound up light
No running water or cool stream's breathe
Planet was barren, sea water still
Starlight broke through, as galaxies changed
It was just me and you
Potential and empty form
We were there with our starry hair
Filling glops of rain as they came
Plundering through the tundras
Out of energy rearranged
Tall trees climbed to their peaks
Nothing then was the same
Species bred insane
It was all a new game
Vertebrae and brain, the path to see
Monkeys gathered closely, singing tree melodies!
No blues were shattering the peace
Monkeys breeding furiously
Having a passionate shopping spree
And look what came to be
An upright heart!, countering
Nature's grace
An ape man heart lifted skyward
To contemplate the way
Buried subconsciously, dizzying sound
Teased the walking ape
With fireplace dreams, morphing skull rocks
Paint across the sky and palms
At every deadly cost!
Caves and plains were scattered
Splattered through the shaman desert
All else is history