Anyone Can See

To find a place where the soul feels home,
that is pretty frequently the goal, hey?

Or maybe it should be.

Winds of swirling significance
seem to be able to only speak
your name.

Tides swelling and rushing toward
the shore creates a din screaming
your eyes.

Rains lashing my face in the midst
of monsoon season help to whisper
your face.

And what can be said of your body?
Useless words there.

It's a new world, comfortable in a world of meaningfully meaningless words.
Conspicuous by its absence is the notable agitation that tends to flow with angst and unaccomplished goals.
Time has come with reminders to not waste it on societal dins of what should be.
And this is the last song I'll write about how much pain you caused my soul.

It's time to get back to sub-dermal investigations into the truth of nature.
Huzzah!
I celebrate the quest for significance and its perpetual, infinite, assured failure.
When to seek is the goal, the only possible failure is lack of effort.

Seek ye out a challenge to be overcome.
Seek ye out anything you can't yet do.
Seek ye out the impossible.
Check your understanding
only at the infinite.
It IS worth trying.

Nothing matters,
which makes everything significant.

Grapple

I saw two magpies wrestling in Spring,
and watched my shadow lean into lengthening.
Marching in rhythm to cries of
"Fuck you I won't do what you told me!"
is bound to make a body
feel something--
especially if you're marching in step.

Consider, if you will, the noble path of enhancing the self.
Birds do not try to be better birds,
and a dog--left to his own devices--
will seek food and fucking
and deal with his lot.
Humanity has the unique quality
of being
able to develop its body,
its mind,
and its soul.

Call it the gift of reason.
Call it thinking about thinking.
Call it what you will.
It is our blessing and our challenge.
It is our gift and
the uncompromising call to make us better.

Accomplished through thoroughgoing
care and attention to growth in
appropriate directions.

Leave behind complacent natural examples.
Let them be content inside their being.
I am being something else.

Build an empire of signification.
You've already got all the tools.
And keep not stopping.

Titled

This is what I do:
walk, half-drunk,
in the middle of the night
to a house of ill repute
for the simple pleasure
of making music happen.

Cold as it is,
I’m comfortable.

Perfumed gloves is such an evocative
image, I wish I had written it.
There is always time for writing though,
and that’s the essential irony:
we cannot control time, but we can
certainly use it productively, hey?

Melting snow, falling from tree
branches extended over my walk,
falls on me to delight me and to
remind me of where I am: home.

The walkways are cleared for late night wanderers.
Conspicuous seekers of all that can’t be understood,
these lonely sentinels of need curve space and time
with primordial passion for unadulterated adventure.

Expel the gas of yesterday’s untoward
reflections,
the time has come for revolutionary
minds to
seek their satisfaction among the petty
thieves,
within and around the criminals who
would
make absolutely stunning generals of
chaos.

Complaints should be addressed to the home office:
666 Wedontgiveafuck Avenue,
Care of:
Mr. Somebodyshouldgiveyouarustyprincealbertagainstyourwill
In:
Takeyourspectacleladensocietyandshoveitsidewaysupyourgapingasshole.

The time has come, children of desperate need!
Let it begin!
Let it rain insight and wisdom!
Let it pour tolerance and understanding!
Let it storm lightning bolts of comprehension and tear through thunderclaps of cohesion.