Long Dispossession Poems

Hi.
We don't have a lot of time,
or, well, I guess you do,
but I don't,
so let's plunge right into the first big question:
Which came first, form or function?

False dichotomy. No such thing as a totally dysfunctional...

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Stepped inside Bucky's Universal Credit Union today
to ask what could I invest in
with least risk
and greatest potential for self-optimizing return?

He invited me to sit down
to consider cooperative transactions
as our intentional understory
camouflaged within our ecotherapeutic relationships,
like...

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Feminist ecotherapists,
deeply immersed in polycultural ecology,
a systematic teleology of cooperative nutrition economics,
remain rarely flushed out from their safe spots.

A self-isolating,
often eremitic,
subspecies,
with shamanic nature-as-spirit tendencies,
our most articulate mentors often wander off
to pray for,
breathe and suffer and...

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It is love, not loss, we expect,
we long for and belong with,
we seek within
a cooperative economic network
rather than a competitive gain-over-loss
capital-rooted value system.

Love evolves more resonantly
and robustly
than fear
and hatred
and apathy
and dispassion,
yet we have planted our...

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The logical conclusion of overpopulating
overly-competitive and aggressive human natural dominant trends,
of suicide and other irrationalities
and errors in self/other-enculturation
through evolutionary cooperative multisensory sciences and arts and history
and myth and logos-icons of symmetric rhythmic 
exegetical not-not (0)...

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Do I want to only look at new ones,
never been used,
or is that a too restrictive market,
too competitively priced
for virginity of place and relationship on Earth?
And, is such redemptively-intended virginity
an asset or a deficit,
in which...

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History unfolds reflective evolution
as culture nutrition values inform economic health.

Just as currency only carries values humans supply
as a society of economic transactors
so my own paltry sums can only carry those values
I am willing to re-invest...

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Polypathic genius,
thought Bucky Fuller, 
grows polycultural Plan A intelligence. 

Paths creolizing cultures co-arise 
composing comprehensive consciousness. 

Plan A sometimes feels alien to Anthro-capitalized values,
like bad economic news, 
because ecological relationships
regenerate diversities of love life 
through...

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Die Lorelei by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)- Translated by T. Wignesan
	For Regina von Degenfeld at Waibstadt
	-in respect and unending sufferance-

(Heine, a German Jewish lyrical and satiric poet, journalist and critic,
 settled in Paris from 1831 where...

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Two way street 
a common road
so much esteemed on the way one go's
Those who build a world with hands
and the bodies beaten to build those plans
Others figure with minds of brilliance 
while charmers amass financial...

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Why is it:

we plant gardens
but we garden plants?

we call natural medicines drugs
and we call unnaturally produced drugs medicines?

we label our disease-addicted corporate-insurance complex
a humane "health care system"?

we prefer fetal alcohol syndrome, pickled livers, and dead...

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we grew up at Home
with a warrior thrust tuning 
our souls to sounds of crickets
to rhythms of the soil
to smells of the rivers
knowing large dreams of moonlight joy
 
we grew up there in an ever...

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ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF COUNTRY

“We acknowledge the Traditional Owners and Custodians of the lands on which we work and pay our respects to Indigenous Elders past, present and emerging. Sovereignty has never been ceded. It always was...

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I danced with death for a moment,
Dressed in a sheik metallic guise.
In the absence of life's petty presence,
Death spoke freely for a while.

In daily struggles, humanity forgets
The joke of life in his mirthless glee;
Bending low,...

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Once the giant of Africa,
Now a nation lost, without a map.
The people, once proud and free,
Now trapped, in chains, without the key.

The land, once green and lush,
Now barren, as if struck by a crutch.
The roads,...

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They elude me now ...words
Drinking befits a drowning man possessed
Swimming off this broken page
Baton winning in a relay race
I breached the ribbon sliced with chest
Joy! I gasped


Grown tired of my own riddles
Those halting jagged lines
Conversely...

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I
The prose & prosaic lives pursuing career
From apartheid in Africa to US freedoms (1983)
Poets voices muted, too much hunger
The luxury of democracy, enduring systems
Of dispossession, of marginalising, silencing
With vigilante foes of one's own kind -...

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Expressions of my concerns for you, pulling you close to me but despite that you continue
to sleep on me from your journey of the unaccountable. A road to seek your individuality you often express, We...

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The first time I saw her 
I knew 
she was the only one for me. 

If I had cast a stone at 
her sleek form 
it would have sunk without 
a ripple beneath her glassy...

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Howls my heart in silence, a hymn of dispossession, 
  Prostrated at your dusky feet, defined inadequate 
And close my eyes in fruitless shame, despising their transgression, 
  Blind-sided by your beauty, horsewhipped...

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The litter of chatter
On air pitter patter
Like the Galean on water:
The other one without the power
There is a desolateness here
Borders broken
By the commerce of men
Restructured by the twitter
Bringing anomie from the bitter
Knowing of self without...

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The yellow beaked vultures were waiting.
A cloth bag contains the bleached
remains; his father.
Impeccable gift unmasked.
After the inferno, hydrants went dry. The guilt survives
the dispossession, pondering over the black dew
now covering the pink roses.

The illusion persists....

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Blood and bones
become qualification
watching and being watched.

Eyes in introspection
incubation
waking the black dawn.

Anguished
blank stares, after dispossession
collapse on the hills in confusion –

umpteen times. Ontogeny
repeats filial love
after parental loss.

Monofloral we stay,
you cannot do anything
except to collect the...

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