hand o' cribbage.

Gone to sea and who would notice nothing new to see. A loss of will too desperate holdings black and white is gray; some would ever understand the energies that came from all our two as one as two had come to US and to we. Leaves are on the ground now; so’s my strength and energy fertilizer ground beneath my step- ed over footfall think we people be- come home- less or crazy because we lose some- thing so vital that we can’t ever really dis- connect from the physical presents’ way of things Even if we still have love and wonder for what vital remains; that flicker so vital so strong will- ed, punch a hole that cannot be filled, and so the whirlpool. There's a goodbye in every hello ♫MB2015

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A Girl You Can Love

She sighed, and said, "I'm a girl you can love. Be careful." And I did Captivated And so I did. Carefully, and Carelessly. But Never indifferent Loved her in every Conceivable way In every way, She loved me too For what we Intended to be Eternity—forty, Fifty years at least Randomness and fate Shake you down equally Make you squirm Relieve you of Your dignity Of your ideals Of your liberties Of your seedlings Of your discoveries Of your conceptuality Of your connectedness Of your so-called dreams "Be careful," she Understated. Now she's gone. Oh before her time. And it's a crime-state And I'm done cryin' Still lost in time. I'm still lost. Still lost. And there is No way in hell Nobody's gonna Ever find me ...Again MB2015

How to Feed the Hungry (A Lampoon)

Somewhere between madness And the mythical Age of Reason Is where we have our means of Communication blown to hell By this over-saturation of Social media diversion Then this fusillade of death: Death of life and death of love Enterprising medicine feeds off The imaginary notion of healing Chemicals carried through tubes Or capsules or injections or pills That prolong life until the funds Run out and all that remains is The undertaker’s solemn nod To the inevitable side effect Madness for real estate or Madness for sadistic effects Madness for personal power Madness for made birthright Madness for mineral rights Madness that jails people In open-air prisons and Industrialized gulags There’re incidence of slave trade From taciturn Catholic laundries t' Trade ships out of Van Diemen’ To Taiwan Toy factories and West Virginia State Prisons As we bear witness to this Who can claim that it isn’t A good reason to consume The well-to-do who do only What they do just for them- Selves in a notion t' grow Profits on stock market Speculative larceny? Ingest ‘em with Discernment: Cumin and Roasted Garlic No, Not the Creative and Athletic Bourgeois Who keep it interesting. Not logical and benevolent Accountants who recognize a Track to negotiate the labyrinth Of bankster mumbo-jumbo… No. But blatant revenue accumulators In rotation: hands out for the grab Go ahead and stick a fork in 'em Vet ‘em on the spit; or tartare MessyBear 2015

Dogon Dolphins

Space. The vinyl frontier Mali, West Africa. Once upon a Dogon Time.. ..lore dated back to 3200 BC, in a 50 yr. elliptical Orbit around Sirius, heavy on it 's own axis, is a tru companion Star invisible to the human eye But visible to the Nommos eye, delivered by ark to the Dogon. Later by the apt eye of Galileo Of the visiting Nommos, only one had a visible tat o the Egyptian Goddess Isis A fine tattoo, in alien ink Isis, daughter of Geb (Earth) 'n Nut (Sky), mother of Horus who formed the prog band Horus Oracle 'n played hipster fests directly upstream, all up 'n down the galactic arm o the Milky Way Galaxy Performing songwriter driven Psychedelic/psytrance beats 'n theatre o the mind between- song banter eons before it ever took off on Earth 'n vicinity, as well as the silent voice behind Side One of Iron Butterfly's In-A- Gadda-Da-Vida), Isis: matriarch to the border tramps, was extolled as a heavenly hottie Space. The vinyl frontier From the stillness of space what altruistic feat o delivery came per say by way o light years journey to the Dogons 'n ... the dolphins if not Sirius B? Had to be You see? MB2015

Then we smoked.

Roam into Havana House A d'parture from the day ...Ebony cushion cosset Obscure music: Reggae Ambient original frescoes Floor to ceiling on the walls Double espresso cocoa latte ...Quaffed in fine Irish whiskey Coconut-scented Moontrance Sacred herb: tobacco leaves Exhale releases idle tension Individual space in concert With oth'r individual spaces In concert with abstract light, Diverse interconnection, and Transcendental distillations All in rows: cold or room Drifted...swam out of focus: Regalia clad minstrel nomad In ripe position to purchase Wounded Knee: O save it From toxic development Wolves bark in unison Mandarin and fiddle play Beside Drum Circle beat ... Smudged, sweat, danced Purchased Wounded Knee Implausible, but that's daydreaming In quiet ceremony und'r cov'r o twilight, We all smudge, Inipi sweat lodge, inside Ceremonial Circle (goshawks circle) Elder grandfather give a prayer Caucasian hands gift a deed to four Totems: Walter Crow Horse (played by Graham Greene), Grandpa Sam Reaches (played by Ted Thin Elk), Black Shawl (played by Tantoo Cardinal) oh and Stands With a Fist (played by Marry McDonnel) In joint tenancy, for them to do as they feel, In a Four Winds Ceremony: they being Quintessential (in a daydream) Then we smoked. Ephemeral upon The Four Winds Now on the outside lookin' into tipi I ghost walked, wet grass underfoot Made an exit while they sang n talk'd Walked off alone toward the Black Hills Storm cloud formed and continue to rain Cool rain. Considerate rain...considering Then a flash boom: lightning struck me Soft as Grandmothers' eyes and hard As a paramedic's life, simultaneously The numb that comes directly after A cement float handle to the wise Side o the head particularly fed up With certain and uncertain absurdities O man's dire inhumanitarian root causes At that same instant, withinside and weary- Eyed from carryin' far too heavy a weight, Yet without complaint or reason for pity, Literally heard and felt a flaxen haired Woman’s birdsong tone in alabaster Befell, the woe of her defiant crying Beheld aglow in her adorable smile Bittersweet emcee to mixed feelings, Nostalgic and in the opaque moment, Reecho coconut and chocolate latte Redirection of itinerant energies: I roam out of Havana House With a nod of, "Thank you For your kind hospitality" West, over potholes Night rise, behind MB2015

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Pauline, Pearl Jam, and Cotton Candy (Parts I - V) I Been too many moons, Half an afterlifetime since I have eaten opulent Italian Chef handcrafted sauces and Fresh tortellini in good company, Let alone bold that abundant mass o Creamery marinara...for evening meal Along with Stella Artois and Mezcal. But Sitting on a raised patio above the foot o Five bocce ball courts with my li'l sista s- Pectating mixed doubles league seem'd Like a reasonable time to embrace the Regional decadence. A festive ethnic Italian Feast of imported cigars And perfumes, music; the sights n sounds o maybe three or four Generations of well-dressed Homies interrelating with Dinner plates n silver Certain (un) conventional charms, like in an episode o the Sopranos where everybody’s havin fun n nobody’s gettin’ popped yet Fugetaboutit II The elder cats ownin the place with Anthony Quinn charisma (yeah, Q’s Mexican but still reflect More Anthony Quinn than James 'Tony' Gandolfini or Giancarlo Giannini) Young twenty-something Girls all dressed sporty- Feminine, gems for The occasion, so Breathtakingly pretty Made-up faces in their Smart phones b'tween Opulent rolls o at the Pauline. The mid- twenty-thirty- forty-some- thing women moving like this is their town and These Are [their] Goodfellas, but everybody’s festive n easy to offer up a “Hello, how ya doin?” The elder Woman ...just Lovely in her confident grace, poise, mama matriarchal way aroun' the people n the pavilions Soft and hard at the same time, illustrious laughter, and then strokin' chain-smokin'-Anthony Quinn’s ego just so, because she know when To Do What She Do ...when he Do what he do: aft'r Vincenzo Beeline a backhand power- Ball and sweep the field o' Red ochre orbs giving th' Point to green. Game. III Then gone home to bed. Wow. Whacky madcap dreamscape. OK, you wanna Ave a madhouse like a 3 Stooges Short gone sideways? Imaginary friends, Pearl Jam, lease out your barn and half O your house on some wooded acreage. A strange envelope- Sealing contraption that looks like PVC tubes and elbows attach- Ed to a trolling motor is delivered by a Taiwanese company: when Switched on releases a fog mist o fine hair all over the garage—gets In everything. Drinkin herbal Masala chai from a Pakistani pottery mug And from the fine oil on the tea’s surface begin to swim little translucent Skeletal prehistoric looking fish the size o your pinky-fingertip .…And you know you must have already drank some. Your stomach gurgles—Then IV Mike McCready lights a bonfire with a WHOMP! The pulse of energy at ground zero blows everyone backwards off their feet, and emasculated Emile Hirsch gets a nasty burn on his side. I try to assess first-aid…while Krist Novoselic, hairy like a Yeti and hung like a mule, is runnin around butt-naked chanting, “What are we gonna do what are we gonna do..?” Imaginary Eddie Vedder ...just takin' it all in stride abiding while trying to plant a raised stepped garden bed o “rare heirloom cherry tomatoes”, while arm-sized worms keep surfacing to eat his seeds and 'worm- chuckle' at a steady-Eddie who chuckles back defiantly and reaches in the burlap sack for another seed—You can tell he’s evaluating the situation, calculating his next move, entirely unshaken by the adversity. Surf's up mañana V A hike into the backyard finds there is an opening in a mossy rise at the entrance o the woods that looks in every way like the most invit- ing earth- tone clay succulent vagina in animated oil painted imperfection like perfection, complete with a propensity to subtly pulse and swell along smooth labial groove as you observe it...and come to be absorbed by its bloom Thinking of it in such a way as to bloom too Then Imaginary Eddie Vedder, emasculated Emile Hirsh, Jennifer Lawrence, Woody Harrelson, Naomi Klein, and Xavier Rudd are Eagle Dancing in full regalia around the raised garden bed and tomato plants are sprouting up like trees outta the soil There are 2 moons, Australian sorbet- colored birds on tight-wire riding bird- size unicycles; a falls 'at falls up from a pool over a cliff instead of down Jester, the Juggling Noun, n it all smells like cotton candy MessyB2015

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Gusts Outta the East

Through the eastern facing door Walk into the outside catastrophe Sunshine birth warm on your face Law that will disgrace good men Women that will relinquish self Under penalty of blind decree, For the same reason Lakȟóta Unhorsed ...and surrendered

The dogs next door bark, with The liberty of dumbass humans Who live in the house that houses Them, but are oblivious to the barks There…will be torrential rains soon Monsoon season will carpe diem And entire villages will splinter Mothers will cry and fathers Sigh, at the behest of pop Culture gone greed insane

You can spark a jay, though Smile while J. Lo does Yoga Buy your coffee In grande or venti Liquor is evidently quicker And so is the police interceptor,

Particularly if you’re dark skinned You don’t want to be dark skinn’d And drive through Plainfield, Ohio. But you be proud to be, so you’ll Fix your stare and drive through When I drive through I’ma see You pulled over, gettin’ shook You won’t see me, you will be Focused on Zen and the Art o Not instigating suicide by cop

The two dogs continue to bark Because you step outta the car Only to replace the trashcan lid Blown by sudden gusts o wind FOX news radio LIED about it. There’s lust, and there’s love Find a middle ground, ideally Aw the heady blossom balm And bead o sweat ‘n glisten Of her captivated abdomen

Yet nothin' like an easy smile Sporty bounce in her get goin’ Even mere memory …breathe In more perfect bliss than woe

More imperfect...commiseration Has not once lent an open hand Or a gallon of gas, or acceptance While Disparity Lavishes Affluence The price of natural gas has tripled But your Senator won’t EVER get it. Well…Warren and Sanders, maybe MB2015

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Locked & Cocked October 13, 2013 at 8:04am [An amoral paradox. A pox On the civic constraints of 21st Century parenthood — In elder bad company o the Purveyors of pop warfare]

A young man’s journey Son of parent academics, Educators and musicians, Grew up in a house wall- To-wall with instruments Of music and botany; stability All manner of higher learning

To get out of a bad stretch o' Homies, and maybe to rebel From dad some, he joins th' Marines. Goes off proud and Feeling like a fervent pathway To a snowcapped mountain top

One tour patented in a hash mark He's a man now, visits home mighty Snowcapped mtn. moving mountains .... Signs on again for two more tours On that manmade quagmire metaphor Before th' big green machine releases Him to what remains of this life, liveli- Hood, and whatever resemblance to Civilization back home on th' block

Tooling unlicensed motorcycle Down familiar streets, now a Mountain moving mole hills Simple fact, there’s no one, No place, NObody at home: Who can understand his 2nd AND 3rd tours in Afghanistan?

Hanging on his ol’ bedroom wall Are thirteen scarves when in dad Walks…to see that Son is getting Aptly settled into his home digs

“What’re the bandannas, son?” Son looks through dad with a Million mile stare …and says, “Souvenirs.” (Not even a hint Of jocularity in his tone) Then He turns to the final remains of His sea bag, reaches in for what Is wrapped..in another ornate rag Unwrap a black 9mm 'n loaded clip Inserts the clip but does not cock it Then stands there in his own whirl. Gently wipes cold steel barrel, his Unadorned fingers curled into th’ U-turn he aught ‘ave been able To discern—in lieu of warfare

Put...shaken hand on son’s head Gently ruffle brown hair (a moment Of tenderness between a father and A son, not so to rile his boy). Then as

Dad turns, upon leaving son his peace, Passing...through bedroom door frame Into the hall he’s seen again and again, A fleeting look back...to admire his son

His little boy with the barrel of a 9mm Aimed up under his chin. Then lowered (With a heavy sigh) and ceremoniously

(Like folding a flag) wrapped back Up in a rococo “souvenir” rag ♫MBear

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Gone Swimming March 15, 2015 at 1:53am Night swimming, shorts n a flower-shirt Break abreast Atlantic coast stars on dusk Not lit like Virginia Beach, more Ocean City Between Bethany Beach n Fenwick Island When on southern peripheral: View A Fin And Another. Message in a bottle: Shock Followed by awareness/calm like a buoy Not a shark in sight. So dolphin country Prodigious mostly pacific dolphin eyes Are diving surfing coasting delving in- To wave-sets moving south unbound

Modulate music OM crescendo in Hans Zimmer fashion Nothing ever more unfamiliar, Third Eye transcendental Unlike music I have ever heard or played, it gets within- Side ...remedying flesh 'n being, not painful but blissfully Navigating the riptide o' me. Understand chant, repeating: Swim with us. Earth is lost. We all so hoped for you n yours So beautiful your women, strong your men. Somewhere man Got his wires crossed. Forgot the nobility of counting the cost

Once your noble hearts made you invaluable to all of us. Now Commercial airwaves only bring sorrow. Sorrow for the know- Ing and sorrow for what still remains among you that is noble Ode to precious things—bail, deeper gone deeper into inertia Irredeemably beyond your control. We of the sea, both terrible and superb A wiling cry for you of brute terra firma wanderings Once interred to be the splendid ones: Cmpassnate Omnivores With artistry, love & wonder-lust. What went wrong? Something Built on the backs of the unfortunate. Bad, and ...too big to fail

Wandering half-dazed, barefoot—not often a barefoot walker —come o'er the dune, parking lot view, then almost instantly Through doorway into apartment, close the door upon entry To my left a large mirror, and hat rack o so many cool hats. One has a large turkey feather wrapped in Sun Dance Red & Black felt ribbon trailer on the quill: my Smudge Feather Eye contact with my reflection entranced in there: where? What soporific interstellar reality still damp from the sea

— Then my head explode brain cranberry all over the door And ceiling. Detonate in elaborate spatter n is no longer Now watching this from the reflection-side-me in the mir- Ror, not seeing me see me because my head is Jackson Pollock paintings all of a very striking color red, too candy- Apple coated to be representative o human anatomy, has Splatter-painted door n ceiling, corporeal remains of me Now gone, there is no blood on floor or fine upholstery Hear (feel) the music again but this time no chanting, This time music speaking..in a tongue I understand

Then diving, surfing breakers ..Swimming with A skill I have never known, abiding on beneath A wave that feel like flesh to me, and surfacing To breathe air that reveals disappointing to me, But saline and necessary. I’m naked. I’m with Company. Good peaceful splendid intrepid company. I’m no longer………human

Topsoil trappings sheathed On the sea I breathe MB2015

peaceQuake, messybear

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