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“fresh ghost fruits”

Consensus

(This is consensus)
(This isn’t consensus)

Can you sense us?
Can you sense us?
Can you come to consensus
since you’re still against us?

But why couldn’t
you sense us?

Surrender whatever
prevents us?

Friends forever
left defenseless

and we sure sensed you

with all your
apprehensions
misdirect corrections
disconnect our connection??

this’ll settle so soon.

warning ignoring
WARNING IGNORING

how did you die?
how would you die?

I never wonder why
we have to die

So ever since
you sensed us

you’ve seen
where you sent us?

Will you be what
finally gets us?

Or next to forget us?

Is this the consensus?

Holdover Smoldering

Tapped my grandpa’s
abandoned baggage wagon
deep in winter frontier
forests forever
before they grabbed him

When you deduct the aqueduct
your drowned town’s sounds
rebound off of refound ground

Glitter litter
will sicken this river.
Disaster asteroid,
or was that toddler spittle?

No pause for source,
just keep feeding
the meanest beasts

Holdover smoldering fires
never extinguished.

Tension attention
Our tendons tend to stretch

All walls dissolve
Except unresolved
tech neck

Some shrunk
funky homunculus
got drunk with us,
caught an unknown groan
cocky doctors concocted.

Is that true tho?
Nooooo.
You ignore crucial wounds
your certainty can’t include,
like business lizards
financing flesh flutes

Scavenging the
weirdest foods ~
trying harbor
porpoise carcasses,
cicada frittata,
fresh ghost fruits

grasping after faster actions
demanding bastards answer
for forests lost faster
than abandoned planktons

Rejection, redemption
eh, that tactic backfires

Someone’s prism
of nauseous optimism,
surely her worry
will only sabotage Josh

Sabotage Josh (x4)

It stops with me.
Survival and not being shitty.
Where great grandma’s
worthy fury
won’t trap ancestors
inside my muscle fibers

Steal that burl
off the old growth tree
reverse the swirl
of your prayer water twirls
unswell the spell
of no elderhood
maybe we should
just let the kids know
oh oh ohhh

mumbling, then stumbling,
in our crumbling
we stop to crouch
through the densest
of our death throes
heavy and rough to touch
but you can’t not touch

The Waterfall Under the Golden Gate

Through the
thiiiiiiiin inlet throat,
that Golden idol,
our torpor portal,
all this thick fog
is a ground cloud
obscuring
the last exploitable
estuary,
evacuation route
for every river
in these mountains.

Once they begiiiiin
they’re final trip
towards open waters
away from bodies
siiiiinging
across the high skies
mostly the milk of whales
will allow mid-river ghosts
to reside on the other side
where the dead get fed

Between two islands
and three tall rocks
ambushing short faced bears,
and sharp tusked cats
giant sloths had
more nabbable habitats
pollinating, propagating
Joshua Tree
up near me?

When the ice age
catches the bay
between her arms,
the fullest flow cascades
two hundred feet right there
the deepest hole
carved through
the narrowest cut
in the coast range

when the bay waters fell
that waterfall flowed
right below right below
when any one of us fall
that waterfall'll flow 
right below right below

Once they pierce the gate
it’s too late
bringing death breath
they profligate
build sidewalks
with your grandma’s bones
too toxic to rematriate
then they blew up the bridges
and the fog trapped the fallout
but then the farmers market crawled out when
no way back to our farms
my friends

We only get fed when
death cycles round again
if they cannot find the sea
that’ll be the death of me

We only get fed when
life spirals catch a friend
if we cannot climb this tree
that’ll be the death of we

Where the dead are fed (3x)

When the bay waters swell,
that waterfall will flow
where you go
wherever you go

When the bay waters still,
that waterfall won’t fill you
cuz you’re ill,
you forgot
to feed the dead.

COSMOLOGY OF BELONGING

special nests
nurture life here

allow growing bodies
to teach trust
eat fear

Balanced dance of
cataclysm and stability

Galactic branches
of habitability

Moon slowed
Earth’s frantic pace

Jupiter protects
our planet from space

Similarly I want to
protect you

I’ll reach my arms around,
bring us face to face

Could a cosmology
of belonging
include all
who you’ve forgotten

Forgive
even greed?
Do even we
deserve to escape?

Can't expect
them anymore
spawning salmon
always surprise me
that wintery
stream splash
catch sense again
with a start

pulsing with birth
soon all will be dead
half their flesh
battered away
with their final longing

leaving their guts
to the forest
decomposing oceans

Under the guise
of going astray
Old Jung wrote
those lines
by this stolen lake

noted a dead fish
It was the 7th in
this 'piscis' series
of causal chains

chancefulness
nonsense gift

<tea kettle>

Could a cosmology
of belonging
compost cruelty
recover songs to sing?

Where you were squished
against me
and we both
escape ~~

Brought through gratefully from: 121, 58, 49: An Indigenous People's History of the United States, Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz

13, 156, 5: The Place that Inhabits Us: Poems of the San Francisco Watershed, Linda Gregg

4, 4, 16: View From the Center of the Universe: Primack + Abrams

9, 1, 24: Synchronicity: An Acausal Connecting Principle, Jung

GARBAGE GARDEN

This GARDEN is GARBAGE!

Never let them
garbage your garden.

That spoiled soil
just hardens.

Never let them
eat your friends.

Fruit rots.
The season ends.

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Produced with an SP404
and Spire Portable Studio

Featuring (from my elementary school garden and nature nearby):

~ A 5 yr old human child counting ducks

~ 4 runner ducks: Gusty Dusk, Chai, Fawn, Fondly

~ 3 little chickens: Poquita, Brave, Eagle Owl

~ 6 regular size chickens: Cleopatra, Anubis, Izma, Cloud, Starry Night, and First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt

~ Wild beasts, including: Lottie the Tortie, Left Ear the Squirrel, Great Horned Owls, a Stellars Jay, a Frog, a Goose, and other creatures I don't know personally.