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.
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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
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