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If By Thoughts Alone

The wind moves us
Even if accidentally or unwillingly
 
I love a great slab of life along with an extended slake of thirst
I love that there is an intense need to curl into a shell
When others spell out life by computer chips

I am the antediluvian agency
I occasionally get mobile via bivalves
Or tricuspid consistency
Only
Due to my mammalian genetics
As I watch the kinetic possibilities of moss
Determined as a scientist with fingers made of air

Now the trees sing in a special aria

I love your face
It's ridiculous with all its perfections
And
You simper
At the thought of this 
Which makes you even more free and worn comfortably 
Around the edges
 
I join in when possible
Landscapes reheat me to the core

Love Watts Geothermal and Kernels of the 5th dimension

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Ceasar Salad

People think plants are not violent 
This is where I will tend to disagree
Have you ever seen a vine strangle a tree?
What about when a fly is devoured by the Venus?
When the weeds clog the yard with such immensity that drains every nearby plant?

Sure you have
Therefore you have witnessed the hard-wired DNA principle 
To survive 
Regardless of species
The predation and the prey
All within the concept that.....
 
Celery somehow made it to dominance in a seemingly peaceful fashion 
Yet deceptively, as stoic as this ... Celery... seems
It most certainly practices a turgid diplomacy of violence
Showing its importance as          
An invaluable part of classic broth 
A team player in regards to fiber
And
Let's never forget the partnership with peanut butter

So it began
Celery was allowed into the favored gardens of the chosen vegetables
Walled away from the thorny, thick monstrosities that grew unattended 
On the other side of the gate
Shedding their pollen without the slightest of apologies
But none of this was a concern for Celery
As Celery grew strong, robust and prolific
Soon it was apparent Celery had larger dreams than walled-off gardens 
It was time for world domination 
It was time to run the competitors unto the topsoil

Celery's surrounding mother roots went deep and everywhere within the soil 
This unquenchable thirst caused
Many neighboring plants to become so stifled 
A massive plant exodus occurred 
Creating even more harsh turf conditions
This was compounded with the
Many casualties from plant-like warfare
Yet, one may ask  
Did Celery show mercy and a vegetative state upon its face
No (and yes)
The roots took over and drained the essence from every beet, scallion and basil
In proximity
While simultaneously and 
Ravenously soaking in every bit of energy needed for
Survival
Even at the cost of Celery's family and friends

So
Given this veracious tale
Do you still believe plants are not violent?

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Stratified Squamous Epithelium

i like spelling "i" in the small case
doesn't it make me humble?
yet, do i feel this way
ever?
humble pie ... 
death, destruction, deplorable images
smash your loved one in the face
reality gravitates around
a death mask
feel your sternum ...
apply C.P.R.
and maybe your pericardium
becomes electric 
again
telling you what to do
so that thoughts of originality
slip into dreams

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Dionysus

i run thru ashes of pompeii 
and i bring good news
it's great food 
and my grapes will come to fruition
but i sleep close to the street
next to the mummies
nectar and jam
my news is the same
as it was from the last time
do you recall
as
when no one held regard to the mother
then the blast came
do not give the
neoanthropologists 
a chance to excavate
your grinning skulls
as
the rich volcanic soil holds the DNA of
thousands of dreamers

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Hunter/Gatherer

driving through streets of angst and apathy
driving to the place where I can actualize my desire
to eat a 12 piece bucket of chicken hunks

smiling at the coo-koo bird with tits exposed
the paper words speaking in a greasy cacophony
that sings louder than the top 40 rap from the car next to me

the all encompassing fried waft fills the upper quadrants 
of my olfactory facilities
my pavlovian salivary stalactites are noteworthy in the rearview
the napkins that won't suffice tonight
whilst sipping new dessicated sanguine juice
later I shall roll in the fractured bones and discarded cartilage
with the glee of a lion licking the last remnants of flesh
from the femur of the sleeping zebra

driving with my portable fan to scent glaze those caught at the precipice
of another uncomfortable intersection smoldering with the anticipation
of another color

it's night and my eyes work like the retinas of an great horned owl
hookers flittering about within the shadows in the fashion of desperate hyenas
eyes reflecting red to further emphasize the craze

the urge/smell to press forward is overwhelming
the distractions are fantastic 
the howls of maligned dogs echoes over the canopy of green neon

I am the great white hunter bringing home my quarry and
park this steely beast making its heart turn off
metal and flesh move at different vibrations that only appear similar

yes it is time to work the mandible with great passion yet
with empty thoughts as the world outside the den
makes the brain short circuit from its normal capacities

other than hunting for the best family meal deal
because down by the  facsimile of a watering hole there are whole animal parts 
compressed into small and workable units

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Accretion

morning brought an arcane song to my ears
i was observing the spilling of light
between the curtain and the wall
the way the light seemed to carry the dust
when my quite moment 
was dispatched
by the sensation of the earth and 
its 30 km/ps rate of motion

by comparison 
i wasn't even a mite 
on an elephants eyelash
i was a microbe 
riding on a rock
on a massive migration through space

my body became filled with avidity-
something was about to happen
the dam was made of mud
and it was monsoon season

looking into the hallway mirror
i was astonished to see the image inside
was not me
this was some type of apparition
a ghost 
that belonged to someone else

the electrons in my brain swirled
forming the loose pattern of wafting smoke
an electrified current

all of this energy
shot past the sleeping dogs
though the house 
pierced the atmosphere
then outward into the deep vastness of the heavens

a remarkable paroxysm and
i was back with myself
yet
i felt subtly metamorphosed

looking around,
all of the stuff
i had worked so diligently
to acquire
took on a look of being frivolous
unnecessary

it was all the programming of someone else
the whims of a schizophrenic
with vainglorious proclivities

a booming voice announces:

if you do not abide to the constructs
of this lovely societal aggregation
you are an outcast
a luddite
a nihilist
a lost soul
a demagogue
a loser
a shoe shiner
a sewage swiller
weak,
pathetic,
unable to assimilate
due to anachronistic tendencies
...

we have viewed into the aperture 
that gives a glimpse
of both dissonnant living and
ways to slough off the insanity
but
we are controlled by dna's unblinking eyes
we make love and war simultaneously
we are the amalgamation of genes we conspire against

dna spirals up my spine
then feathers across my neurons
entrenching its fingers into my convolutions

i am the product of a mad scientist 
who has designed me with used atoms
from distant, dead stars
i breathe oxygen
that have been around since the birth
of the universe

yet,
despite it all,
these animated atomic miracles
have fought to keep us all held together
so that we may witness the splendor
of being alive

the morning song wasn't so veiled after all

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I Like Your Stupid Face

just sitting there with your jaw all agape,
staring into my energized eyes with your black buttons
that got stuck within the orbits of your head, and
i feel as though i just might go apeshit

along the way,
i've come to the realization that, most of the time
i am merely
conversing with heads just slightly more animated
than a stuffed toy
or, possibly, the ringling bro's wringings of genetics gone awry.

a clear warning that someone you are talking to is one of the aforementioned:
twitchy, uncomfortable, shifty shadows crawling across
an already cavernous countenance 
especially when you start talking about how weird human interactions are 
with reference to one another
based on nothing but scraps of information
and points of mutual contact that shed superfluous dna
... circuit shutdown!

yet, despite it all, people get up and walk through some one else's
life
only due to the fact that another option wasn't truly offered
if only in subertfuge, 
leaving accountability reflected inward
for not picking up on the deceptive hints

categories make a nice system 
for comfortable understanding of outside of ourselves activities
based on variables 
in which there are no true solutions 
or understanding
as the end result is more variables

lingering in skin that was stretched over a bag of bones
i like the flesh that resides over your expression

lingering aroma of last decade's flowers
caress the nostril hairs just so 
so that memories are jarred, projected 
onto the internal-movie-projector-screen
we have watched at every chance we get
ever since the inutero days

is the world real if we only perceive it from the standpoint
of absent-minded video voyeurs
because, in reality, the real world makes us cringe and crawl deeper
into the belly unless through ultrasound

does
otherwise sick entertainment,
semi-palatable and heavily profitable-
make us sit easy on the the porcelain throne with complete absolution
sans guilt

so where are the ones who should be screaming aloud their outrage
with lungs that move like wind storms,
creating a chain reaction that can morph into something worthwhile,
finally giving people a reason to ambulate through all this bs
towards something with a pulse

handing over the guard is always the hardest for the morons
because they know that better qualified homo sapiens will shine
so much brighter than they
which asks the question, "why did we stay here so long?"

just chilling with the rotation of the earth, electrons, and cloud patterns
with that look

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Final Exam

This mental scene came over me while finishing my abnormal psych final: 
A pack of about 12 guys all wearing
Sweat pants and no undergarments
Porn stars
No white dwarfs here...
They are headed into the strip club for a little fun.
I can visualize the suprise of the bouncers,
the patrons all have a look of protest, 
but what are they really going to do?
The wads of cash in hand almost match their...
Oh, you get where I am going with this.
The next sequence for these guys is to chase some viagra
With a few tumblers of jagermeister.
Some of the strippers are going to have more fun 
Than they've had since the Harlem Globetrotters were in town.
But poor Lil' Bunny;
It's her first night up there on the swirling stage, 
And it's moving like an event horizon.
Her legs are stiff and they're not the only turgid things in this
Flesh arena.
The guys sense her freshness like Crocuta crocuta to the recent kill.
Earlier in the day, 
The other dancers told ol' Lil' to really grind on the costumer's lap
In order to keep the money flowing-
"It clicks off the nerves in their brain and transfers all thought
South of the equator."
Yay!
Well, now she is has 12 overzealous guys waiting in queue
With big suprises for her,
And thin veils of cotton covering their junk.

...

I lightly chuckle in class, and then realize
I only have 20 minutes to finish this wonderful test.

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Taken For Granite

This is interesting 
We are bombarded by constant stimulation
Some internal
Most external
The processing center is in over-drive

I like driving because it's one of only situations where
People completely ice each other out of existence
This weird amalgamation of people sitting at a stop light
And nobody wants to acknowledge anybody else
Our little constructs of metal and rubber
Keep us just a bit more isolated (protected)
Turn up the stereo
Call that long lost friend
Watch porn on the dash mounted flat screen
Eat a fruit salad from a slider cup
Pluck your eybrows
Take a healthy swig from the liter of glacier water
Just don't look to either side
Or at a 45* angle
Nor straight into someone's rearview
Because if eye contact is accidentally accomplished 
Some kind of psychic melt-down might occur

I've watched people staring straight ahead without moving
For minutes at a time
I get mesmerized just observing how still they are
The stone people
Then I'll spot an inkling of a head shift
Once traffic has resumed its peristalsis
Damn
Thought I was witnessing some type of carved rock effigy 
Moving and driving
Among us

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Small Tid-Bits These Days

Could we engage further through attempting light
Can the light make us kiss under the sun again
Should we be so close that the gravity hurts
Akin to two massive bodies that split each other in half 
(Saturn and Jupiter)
Will the love of self be overshadowed by a greater sense
Of the perfect need to be amazing 
Do we move with the motivation of the gods
Has the new language made sense to no one
As the wind moves across the frontal lobe
The cortex keeps it incredible 
A fifth dimensional kiss within a dream