a couple of NUTRIENT RICH

and GREENHOUSE GROWN poems 3/6/2025

LAST NIGHT’S WALK BACK TO OUR CABIN

UNFINISHED
Con/Jur/d, 3/5/2025

Later, we would stop reading the author for other reasons, but
then it was due to his refusal to continue working on the series
we liked, we didn’t understand (at a certain age) this
                                                                                    BETRAYAL

the necessity of walking away from the plot

The Teacher, clarified saying, “In your life what is most
important the beginning, the middle
                                                         THE END

And yes, we tell stories at funerals, at memorials and if (they are) loud enough
if they are heroic enough, if ugly enough, if beautiful enough, if the 
                                                                                                         ABSENCE
disrupts the self soothing tales
enough, someone will make a book, a reflection, a movie
for profit sure, yet, mostly to cover the
                                                     
                                                             GAP

providing a faux bridge, with clearly labeled ends
GOOD                                                            EVIL

overcoming
      the essential messy mystery
                                                   THIS IS  NOT HOW IT WORKS

      you ask us to explain
      you ask for context

we can confess to you, these stories are for living
      there have been moments of being pulled from
                                                                          DEEP
                                                                          DEEP
                                                                                    sadness
by a 
        PROMISE OF FINISHING
                                                  like King Shahryar

and Čīhrāzād
                      we would continue in HOPE

hiding from you
                        hiding from us
the defining human truth

we will always be
                           UNFINISHED

ONLY FOR ME — ONLY FOR YOU

Transit
Con/Jur/d, 3/6/2024

We’ve been assigned a purpose
to walk purposeless, to learn to wander
without labels: dismiss nothing

You’ve said a few things kind and cruel
a deep admiration, undeserved and a quick
understanding which misunderstands what 
was said in passing, what we SHOUT
(the wind whips by)

We’ve been having a conversation, often
unbeknownst to you, but IT IS ongoing
if we see the road from BIRTH to DEATH
as a sort of passage, we can’t but discuss
this transition, even if we speak differing
languages, everything

You’ve said, we’ve said, translates into 
a variation of HELLO or GOODBYE
no matter how badly we mangle the


TRANSLATION.

WE CAN SEE YOUR HOUSE FROM UP HERE!

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 3/6/2025