On “The Anatomy of Vines”

Every organism on the planet has but one basic instinct, and that is survival. The rate or frequency of adaptation of each organism dictates not only the survival of one species over the next, but also creates our global food chain.

In the case of the virus, we see seasonally how these adaptations affect our daily lives, from influenza to the common cold. Humans come up with vaccines to survive the attack of these organisms, and in turn, the organisms adapt to our efforts to control them. It is, and has been, a seemingly never ending story.

In the case of vines, they develop tendrils, to cling to existing structures, trees or buildings, in order to reach high into the air, above the canopy, to the sunlight. This displays a basic survival instinct to get to the energy source necessary for more growth and development.

In any case, this basic need of organisms interacting with one another seems to boil down to one thing; the competition for food. In the case of the human organism, however, we seem to be witnessing a global devolution, as we deplete and poison our food sources, or allow them to be poisoned through either our apathy or our ignorance.

I just wanted to see if anyone out there was awake. Vines are neat.

still chasing, but now for no reason i know

with eyes half open
and fists still clinched
and hoarse for no reason

something had bumped us

and gotten away
and i chased but
just screamed at
cracks in lined pavement
that ran away as
i woke.

The Truth about The Meek

thought on the quote
"the meek shall inherit the Earth." *

*this generation shall learn
the truth
about many things

one of the most troublesome
of lessons will come
when the "world"
learns
the origin of
the meek

they will be face to face with
the meek
as they roll
money and
war machines
over our homes, crops and
dreams

so what next ?
what shall
the meek actually
inherit?

-not that this writer
endorses nor denies the
validity of
the passage
in the first place

but
this is always up
for consideration
in his herded
head top

a
many-faceted
jewel of
s

mas. (from Beaverdam; nudes 2001)

struggling
to find a pen before
the sounds leave me

inspiration from this
dirt seat
rock pillow shared with
lady bird beetles
and ants

old men holding hands
walking to
free coffee church
look to save me

annoy me

my ride is sure
to pass me by
in one of these
white foreign cars

blue hair and still
drunk left over
from my one
night gone (
my one night hotel
out of my
ninety hour prison)

-my surest sacred dream

my partner sleeps
soundly-
surely, in a bed alone
which i can not find
and
i have found
heaven alone in
this disguise of
street urchin flames

scabbing- mostly healed
ink
it tells the story
of how to find me
-bending
the eaves of the gate
and leaves on this tree
drop one, every moment
to remind me
___
every thing i wish
to spill in thoughts
so subtle
while i am too bored
or happily rested
to scratch down,

i am the few
the proud
the bird
the stop:sigh
and green sign
hanging from
the border of this
picture-framed
small town in
big city mama's clothes,
i write one last farewell and
blow my nose.

none, found notes

the sun
,
set searing cold
breezes through

un sheilded
.eyes

it was
perfection
in stop -
motion

nothing
more
for
now
required

late summer rains fall hard, beating newness into destruction

as the majority of the
herd migrates back
towards the familiar
grazing fields of home
for now

a hard rain falls on
the sand
and on the roads

separating the microbes
and grime specks from
blistered blacktop

the remains of weather beaten
sea glass chewing gum
and solarcained silica

yep
the rain falls hard
as the thunder rolls
telling us all
the bank is closing
and the storm that feeds us
is approaching

birthday for p.

i was drawing you a peony
as the season's wrong for fresh ones
and the sun was taken from me
by nimbulous distraction

and so i started dreaming
and flowers and the garden
and dreaming really thinking
turned my flower into laughter

the petals glow
where tears once ran
along a sandy cheek

they light the face
which lights for those
the room as in you peek

i wake and sketch
and i can't draw
but if i could i think
a flower just can't say enough
peony red, or pink

so here's my stem
as pretty as me
to lay down by your door

to keep all other weeds away
while you are looking for.