to write abstractly
it helps to be stoned; so much
so it feels a crutch.
hip haikus, stanza
formatted. notice: no caps!
it must be for real
this feeling of peace
when I stare through the window
at our wild yard.
no lawnmower knows
this field’s overgrown nature.
it is real untamed.
a grasp on the pipe:
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burned up brain pens bad poem,
he stumbles near the end.
Fortuna believes there’s something inherently wrong with this place
Only because she came here for tuna. It just goes to show you
History always lets newness and strangeness pollute the land;
A sort of win for the pinnacle of peace. The shortest
Hills have a purple smell in the evening, when, in Summit
Lake’s somniloquy, purple smells of shortbread. Unspoken,
The truth, with the eyes of Oyster Bay on it, is acting out.
Like every man does when alone on some nights, the creek is tumbling
Over an ancient basalt flow. “There’s tumbling,” the mature
Timber says, “and there’s tumbling.” The oak trees stand by these muddy
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Trails and their failed predictions like Anakites. Science says all
The old highways are unique, but quite similar to highways
in the shrink’s waiting room, in a big comfy chair,
white noise machine cranked up full blast with
new age flutes floating out of Bose speakers
strategically placed to get wired up guys like
me calmed down, chilled out before entering
the sacred temple of mental and spiritual
restoration. they need me a bit numb before
beginning the session, actually eased off the
ledge of discontent upon which I’m generally
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perched. And I gotta say, the waiting room
ambience generally does the trick
Potting Up the Peppermint One drop of motor oil rainbows on a puddle. Limitless mileage of mycelial felt tugs at roots. Platters of map lichen spread across the patient boulder. Metastasis. Proliferation screws up to war. Epidemics. You’ve witnessed ignorance stretch boundaries of hate. When you yearn for peace, cut sprigs from the tub that […]
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I’ve been in Cyprus for three weeks now, meeting with officials, professionals, and activists about the peace process, their bicommunal work here, and my theoretical thesis project. I’ve been immersed in peace talks, and have met with incredibly hardworking and passionate people. Still, the environment does not speak peace, and it has been weighing on […]
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