it is the thing even darkness fears
the ugliness from which
flies mass and swarm

it authors blind extremism
induces dogmatism
a soul contagion
with hatred born of foolish misconception

it manifests in lies
and shows itself in anger
encourages a normal, sound, sane person
to ignore sister/brotherhood

it demonstrates
betrayal of trust
intolerance

If it were chalk
that were published
on scriptured paper
I would chose black
I would chose greasepencil
those passages
run ruinous with rain
and soaked in the
silence
This dead of winter
that settles quiet
as the snow
brief like a little black
cat on her rounds
Nothing but the trundle
of plows
The landing of aircraft
far on the hilltop
plateau to the North

Chains each year like
a link the small distance
that grows

aroused at her core

molten pressure triggered

optimal pressure increases

steam escape velocity extreme

plate structure agitation

fissure motion

set to…-_

– - shift jarrr!!!!!

roll-symphonic jack hammers

jolt- /sway… not-rock-ab’a

rock a-city– -seismic s- — - hu - d

d-e - – er - -

Calm to discombobulate’/disor’der

re secure civil structure…

until she shakes again

When you hear of my disablement
Let your minds have amnesia over it
Dotage would be too intense,
But in all don't cry for me.

My eyes squint in the sun
Eyeing nowhere but a dot of the cloud
Over the distant horizon.
My hands holding tightly a wheel chair
Going nowhere, but to a garden stool
Set on the back of the cottage
Where bougainvilleas are climbers
Of jacaranda trees.