Satsang 12/21/25

'let love take hold,' you could say, upon opening yr eyes.
a shame (if you had one), lifted.
o bb gurl, how fortunate to wait for nothing.
how shameful to have none!

in a uniy of sentiments, we have none!
tragic press of ego into marble, into walls, into ruins.
how many would have chosen the 'ladies' over what is more,
when, after we are (not-)gone,

i recall the 'M' of my hairline receding,
tickle of a cough and i fart.

time for our medication!
set our hearts to rhythm,
lower our blood pressure.

you look good today, would you like to go to the bathroom?
feet apart, firmly placed, lean forward, push the arms of yr chair;
‘nose over toes.’ there you go, slowly.

experiment 339: radio

—slug; tall, wetburnt tree>berryvine leafcrunch>deerprioned midwest—

 cranberry for color

Eexperiment 338: parade

Opportunity
and then the season is gone—
to see is this way

experiment 226: i am the voice of sarah strickland’s rage

 a flower

                   it doesn’t matter

     which 

     species

          is

                fed

Microplastics

high Ph

               and blooms

               just

               because

               of you,

experiment 3?? - the only thing

 puffy lil teddybear     cactus spine—

     but dehydrated.

Dusted fingertips, pulls-apart notes

Run hot water

Do not touch your eyes

Don’t touch yr—

Fallen dustyspine panels;

water, all;

let, to find release

     despite

thought about rousing
this body with a footstomp
with closing eyes
floating; jolt them awake