to whatever preserves some kind of wisdom... [and] the Earth is....

 to whatever preserves some kind of wisdom... 

~

space infinite space 
over the soccer field down
the hill from the public library.
little tangles of menthol smoke 
blushing
in the arrogantly large afternoon. 

pizza wind of traffic re-
minding me I don't have to 
pickup any cans but 
could... 

this Guinness is talking like 
a clever crow and 
I went for Irish whisky, instead. 

maybe in other shadows... 
how does the Dharma account 
for Fascists? what 
determines which fuckheads are 
bigots and which 
are just arbitrarily neglected -- 
and who'd give a large enough fuck 
to repair it? 

space infinite space repetition 
preserves some kind of wisdom. 





****

the Earth is.... 

~

the Earth is 
a dinosaur older than even 
ancient birds & worms should've 
hung dreams upon... skin 
of dirt and foliage, water mud 
lava of blood & the peculiar 
chemicals of discovery 
blood harbors in its viscous matrices. 

the Earth is a female despite any 
boldly extroverted displays of 
penetrative & territorial 
claims 
otherwise... she turns against 
the misfortune of her struggle, 
simple eye in an elaborate perception 
well beyond the patient endurance of 
her last, glorious mortality. 

before & after you: 
the ball when it's smashing out of the fucking park
something worth less than a dollar yet couldn't be traded for a house. 




**** 

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