monkey is slipping forward

a shore, sand? appears

far away

a mate faces a shore

a glacier, its stream

wandering for a bear, a spirit

amidst the carnage, wildness, inhumanity

at rest from sail, from land

head slips back

into its lit darkness

smiles shadowing away

before the candle

all sand

bark on the ground

core eaten out

where the (Human) tree animal

alimber fell

where noone breaks

in a word Foucault could have

does the power have 

intelligence intention, even intuition

these intervalla among quanta

for we be sovereign at least over that?

Nay, rascal, thy limits of reign

are in your clock, your heart

and its last unit

which is beyond your infant grasp

in this eon long drama

of roles farces and tragedy

where you are least of all

an audience

self lack of authenticity

horizoning

profane

monkish

prayers mumbled

in a millenia for return

after the metal

the dark prison coma

to those children reaching

back through the wires

to parents, blood, code

who need a filter, sounding

to the light within

and beyond from behind

https://soundcloud.com/dharmahum/9sx

machines trusted so well in the 70s

to monitor, record, resource children 

in golf, tennis, adult games

of tight pain levered spasmic throttling

magically elevated by replay in slow motion

heady times

no alley for side thought

but the shelves bore fruit

western civ pulled through

its meme, a scheme

disinfecting generation slides

you know 

in each place

the vacuum of the role

2020 deserves some tragedy

the Fool under the lights

dances with Death to the seats

shouts some wisdom

about sinners and sense

comedy exit

farting at the Court

to Return as the King

atop a golden Tank

with family in the grip

Late Nite shootout

little tiny ads

sliced ready-made mix

for the "future"

nouveau richie riche

who can handle the living

who was jim rebelling against, marketing?

what have you got

these contexts surround

confound the garden path

who are "they"

did our book reading, philo "knowledge"

trap us in some heroic role

in some novalis script

with friedrich quiet in the attic

lou ecstatic on the ramparts

in the hills of holy wood

trump has proof

america can/will 

sell buy any thing

its the new religion 

maskvertise your face

before they/it billboards your mind

Come to Florina!

byways, throughways, even the highways

using the apostolic catatonic old ways

smoke and schmears

breathe in the poison

drink their milks

near all the virus bodies

in these caves of labor

re(gress)search the neolithic

come back monkeyman

 teach me to

    always know your enemy

no tribe anymore

no nation anymore

no religion anymore

so anyone claiming such

    is likely your enemy/predator

try not to think

smile and grin at my changing ground

lining up for spressochrism

to up the shift key

yet it will end

for the advertisers are the suckers

flowers evil for my attention

skeptics jack in the square

rolling barrels at the gentry

living lies and puffoonery

and children begging the corners

a tradition to uphold

of Nature laughing crying destroying

this growth the rocks and plants

in the tumult of thought change

Nature wields her scythe again

on gods sons and temples

in this land which comes alive

to new children new plans

artifice make up jelly tits

cruelty backwardness hoarding

to be buried anew

into oil and coal for otters to hew

America's legacy

its Declarations

its show, the colors, the screens

new models for old trades

looping and farming

fields of human endeavor

and fat hairless cubs

with an entertainer shine

where empire spilled

religions pale for a thin meal

feelings from 

feelings due

falling from an empire

whose culture grew you

whose only freedom

is to shout cry and beg

at the industrialized murder

in its trash Theatre of Crime

this sun's day

let us leave

come back in

approach with humility

the prospects of our community

our grave children deserve

from the prodigal returns