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these (un wittingly) beautiful wildflowers are wiser than the most thoroughly (& uselessly) educated Fool be ca us e they do not Love. mellowly rotting under the afternoon Sun -on a blanket (aflame) oblivious to the thousands of micro- selves screaming in mortal torment (a sunbather on a blanket) slowly orbitting a dead Sun turning on it’s axis: a once world scattered amongst the concrete rubble, patiently waiting for an extra-terrestrial archeologist, the artifacts of an ancient primitive society: a Twinkie wrapper, a Pepsi can, & a bald tire. or perhaps the most horrible (and annoying) thing that might happen on this insignificant little blue-green world would be for the vastness of the Universe to quite suddenly (and rudely) collapse upon itself before we were able to enjoy our first kiss crawling urban cesspool running faces-infectious drool acidic rain erasing urban scum freebasing toxic waste vile water taste boiling cauldron politician’s hard-on smiling, he causes your demise nightmare growing underground exploding, spraying all around toxic waste polluting streams erasing all our silly dreams leaking glowing ooze all life will lose radiated landscape Earth-mother rape melted forms of human trash hands gripping charred cash intent on buying Salvation nightmare growing underground exploding, spraying all around toxic waste polluting streams erasing all our silly dreams grotesque twisted forms raging plutonium storms the ultimate Matricide this is our suicide toxins dumped in streams and lakes mutated forms-food chain breaks what goes in the ground comes around nightmare growing underground exploding, spraying all around toxic waste polluting streams erasing all our silly dreams Stop. |
while walking through the sacred grove, I learned the secrets; the ways of old not from witches or sages or one who Sees, but from the rocks the ferns, the trees so as you seek your path to find keep this one warning thought in mind; many will teach for reasons kind, but some who teach are deaf and blind. ©2002 Larry Shinn pissing rain like a sumbitch i’m just a sittin’ here in my leaking cabin thinkin’ of you wonderin’ why you left i take a long pull from the bottle of thunderbird sittin’ by my chair i’m thinkin’ yer prob’ly back east now jumpin’ into the arms of that college edjicated pansy you left there so i take another healthy dose of the old ‘bird -the rain’s lettin’ up outside still pourin’ in here i cain’t afford one of them fancy college- boy houses i ain’t got no 1.4 kids or no 2.3 cars i ain’t even got a fuckin’ dog i got my wine and my leaky cabin but i ain’t got you standing under the sky arms upraised my heart full Trees! I love you so! with bark like the lines on a wise woman's face Leaves like little faerie dresses. I Exist here I breathe in the air Tree has exhaled I touch the rough bark and feel the Spirit within Under the canopy on the cool clover-covered Earth I Exist here. A leaf has fallen near to my hand still green and filled with Tree's Spirit a gift from my Friend We Exist here. Now in my home candles flickering the smell of Bayberry fills the room Moon shines upon the leaf on the altar images of centuries fill my Mind Tree Exists here Down in the Valley Where the Cold Winds blow Lives an old man who is said to know of rocks and trees, creatures and plants; of dos and don'ts cans and can'ts. Down in the Valley Where the Cold Winds blow Lives an old man who is said to know of planets and moons galaxies and things; of victories, defeats, and for whom the bell rings. Down in the Valley Where the Cold Winds blow Lives an old man who is said to know of magic and power trickery and stealth; of kindness and warmth, peace, happiness, and health. Down in the Valley Where the Cold Winds blow Lived an old man who was said to know of all the things that men have sought; but today he died, and the knows are naught. ©1999 Larry Shinn |