Idea of profit hope for snowflake March and November rain. Are you leading back to Rapid City or Pine Ridge?
I was in the halfway house in Mitchell. Did you visit the Corn Palace or the doll shop?
I heard you are in Aberdeen. I am still your dream?
Symmetrical preponderance stopwatch courthouse cuckoo clock
Spitting on gravestones North Minnesota
Idea of profit hope for snowflake March and November rain. Are you leading back to Rapid City or Pine Ridge?
I was in the halfway house in Mitchell. Did you visit the Corn Palace or the doll shop?
I heard you are in Aberdeen. I am still your dream?
Symmetrical preponderance stopwatch courthouse cuckoo clock
Spitting on gravestones North Minnesota
Oval day broke and hunger looking for $5 meal
Walk into the discount store. Food fossils line the shelves, with beverages stacked in dusty years and bread petrified with mold, hard for two weeks. Jesus sings to shoppers from the boombox. Nero mocks Biden for losing to Caesar. They ban weed and *********** but hand kids assault weapons for school shootings. Broadcasts sold in installments to poor folks play on countryside AM like Roosevelt’s nightly chats. Jesus is a friend, but compassion ain’t rent. Social Security and EBT rolled cigarettes . Get a job, hit the streets, and hear jail anthems for the broken. Jesus’ blood drips, Buddha weeps, and they spit on my poppy’s grave. Rome is for Romans, commandments nailed for Judas, and the American dream turns to apostasy. The Samaritan’s gas tank runs dry. Billionaires make their riches from fraud, while Protestant TV preachers fleece the flock. The revolution flickers on the tube. Why is God love, Jack?
Four faces
ten cows
40 people
a river runs through it
Aberdeen Rapid City Sioux Falls
crops of corn soybeans
hog factory ethanol highway interstate
flat plains shadow of Rockies
sparse vast country music cowboy hats
pickups tractors American flag whackos
jacks coyotes
buffalo paddlefish grasshoppers deer crows
vulture walleye pheasants otters cattle grain
green sky derecho buffalo
ghost towns railroad
Homestake mine caves peaks
tribes pioneers reservation farms
million Big Siouxland
crickets chirp
plains old west
motorcycle rally August
blizzard snow hot humid
Wedding dress rides bicycle.
She cracked ribs staring in my window.
Crocodile teardrops jail cell.
Peat shale lignite.
Venus squaw bean.
Police car mother death.
Late September,
Drugstore beads. sandalwood.
snaps cowgirl Indian boyfriend
The sound of buffalo meat on her teeth,
Taste the smell of sleep,
Cannabis wafting,
Chew the diamond, steal the slipper,
Call the captain and skinny dipper.
The palm fronds climb.
Squaw walks whiskey hills
Eyes cracked wide shut
Gripped by the hunger of a world,
chasing visions
The moon bleeds through the window
The stars hum a song of youth.
Whisper is jealous of Josh's black leather boots and Katie's fur lined boots, so they have a threesome to make up for it. They frolic in the moonlight, playing the oboe, xylophone, and vacuum, drooling and spanking each other. Then, the platypus, jackal, and whale join in, hammering out a rhythm on the pajamas, racing the tortoise, and jumping the rabbit's tail. Suddenly, the clocks, magazines, and movies come alive, streaming dirty gray hounds, tungsten spigots, mothers' spleens, kidneys, and tonsils, and cannabis shouting at the moon. The saxophones vomit sand and the pianos strike Jacks, while clouds batter receipts and panty liners. Finally, the cantaloupe refrigerator seals the deal, and the night is filled with laughter.
I long to dance and chant around the orange crackling fire in front of my tribe, the Sioux
Hot humid July night.
Sweat and passion.
Kick up the dust from my ancestors teachings.
Yip and scream my heart's desire.
We are one.
God is to be feared.
He made us to be revered.
Join me, won't you?
Release your fear, worry, and doubt! And dance and shout!
Celebrate this hallowed night.
The elders gather.
The youngin's bob and scoot.
This is sacred time.
Sacred land.
Our stomachs full of nurturing food from the creator.
Bears, wolves, mountain lions dare not enter our camp.
We are the danger.
The Chief and Medicine Man nod from across the fire.
The warriors dance.
The princess' prance.
Great design?
Or all by chance?
An angry girl can throw a punch
That makes a man toss up his lunch
To co-exist
Avoid her fist
By giving her a Nestlé Crunch!
Tashunka Witko, better known as Crazy Horse, had a vision of a red-tailed hawk at Sylvan Lake, South Dakota. In his vision he saw himself riding a spirit horse, flying through a storm, as the hawk flew above him, shrieking. When he awoke, a red-tailed hawk was perched near his horse.
Earthbound,
and yet I now fly
through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ...
so high
that no sound
echoing by
below where the mountains are lifting
the sky
can be heard.
Like a bird,
but not meek,
like a hawk from a distance regarding its prey,
I will shriek,
not a word,
but a screech,
and my terrible clamor will turn them to clay—
the sheep,
the earthbound.
tepee flap open
you are welcome in my friend
rattle it when closed
except when two sticks are crossed
there’s no need to start a war
8/16/2018
Illahee. Awenasa, Mahkah.
The lesson Momma taught me
(which momma never taught me)
was -
No, is.
To not be angry.
To endure your pain.
To let be as things be.
To not multiply your pain
by fletching and loosing blame.
Bend the bow into a bow,
offer connection.
Seeing.
Welcoming.
The lesson Momma taught me
(which momma never taught me)
was -
Notice.
Endure the theft of self by other.
Endure ignorant and ignoring.
Endure the losings of the way.
Support it all.
Support it all.
Offer flowers where you can.
Feed the trees.
Carry the herd.
Invite the flock.
Wait with the stones.
One day one will listen.
One day one will see.
Will that one be one being?
One culture?
One day?
One may one day One.
Endure.
Support.
Offer, Feed, Carry, Invite...
Wait.
The lesson Momma taught me.
Wordlessly.
Unceasingly.
Inerrantly.
(Which Momma never taught me, ‘cuz Momma doesn’t do.)
Know this.
To earn, to see, to receive these the lessons.
Is on us.
Our active offering to the Great Receptive.
Listen. Love. Learn.
One may one day One.
One day no one will have won.
One may one day One.
Listen. Love. Learn.