Scream For Change

tonight’s writing session replaces
the poetry reading and
is grand

cat skimpering time
in the apartment

we are trying to outsleep our
colds
and worldly responsibilities

jumpy cat
Rudra of West Virginia fame
Rudra of the volatile dance

album covers
politics are a cover up
what are you covering up
what is bottled up
what is love?/don’t hurt me

badass sounds throughout the grounds
vibration
picking up on our energy
is the biggest beauty to
pick up on

it is the supreme peak
of big energy when we experience
in one another the emotion
of FUN

and Electricity

mind gets carried away
sometimes needs a string on it
don’t let the kite go
not yet
all this shit has been bottling up
it is why there’s this need
to help you
is it to keep you alive
so you can heal me?
helping you already heals me
you heal me now as-is
healing through time
and Terra she needs
no help and little introduction
or nope none

tonight writing into
notepad like onto stone
with eyes eyes closed the dust
puffing into space
pining for words
splattering them down
painting my first piece
in the park
blood in the sea
blood in the sky

I like it I don’t like it
proud of it
like protein we need
some pride

finally in this new free time and space I’m starting to feel like a real human being again

finally there are some really good things coming through in a blur so some Houston kids should swing by on Bagby for the poetryreading at CoffeeGroundz

finally I get something right
I can have nice things
the wood floors shine
healthcare here sucks
is my credit jacket up
should I invest in stocks

finally I get something right by firing up to scary love which is why you’ve seen me scarce and when you did I was coughing a lot

it’s just I’m trying to comm. poetry us my way of enunciating the idea by screaming

screaming is a good thing

the icecream man is late again

I own all The Smiths albums on my laptop so you can come chirp at me

perhaps my handwriting is a little psycho alarming you to what what what? silence is telling telling so much. thank dead presidents.

science is my way of fictioning you into the fitting so we can remember the fiction

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