Your love is plumb round
The planet from you
And you got water to collect
For Earth, they ran through
Their supply allotment
Long time ago
And it’s on you
And your love is plumb round
The planet
Also collecting water
For home.
But no one thinks about love
As they dismantle the Jewel.
If your eyes didn’t sparkle
If your eyes didn’t sparkle
I wouldn’t be lying here
Seeing them in the night sky
Communion
Introduction
Dronecast Episode 19Main Content
“Stop! You must curtail your bizarre behavior,”
says the man with the stick,
“You really must,” he says
adjusting his hat.
But, he’s not talking to me,
he’s talking to the creature we become—
in the stretch back to the first realm.
“Adjust behavior and commiserate elsewhere,”
says the fat man
“You really must,” he says
poking the creature’s chest.
The creature, call us Communion,
howls indignant turns back to the wall—
string dangling from our slippery hands.
“Non-compliance is unacceptable,”
shouts the rigid man,
“Unacceptable and you must stop,” he shouts
and we pay em no mind
We are disconnected from that world,
there is only blood here and glue and string—
this creation nothing else.
Send More Agony!
“Thanks for the bliss,
send more agony!”
the merry one cried
stumbling into place
along side the junkies
looking for their muse.
FINE
Afternoon meditation was going fine, FINE, underneath the shade of a massive gnarled bois d’arc in a church lot, until this big black beetle thing started gnawing at my ankle.
I ignored it as long as possible, I’ve sat through fire ant attacks, whatever, but eventually gave in, looked down, and jumped the fuck to my feet. It was ugly and it hurt.
And it’s over.