All the way down

1/2/202(?) wait, how is it 2025?

Turtle Logic
1/2/2025, Con/Jur/d

If one pays attention
at least here, on Turtle Island
it’s corporations all the way

DOWN

unfortunately, due to faulty logic 
commercial suppression of critical
thinking for the consumed, looking

UP

see same, instead of stars, clouds like reptiles
and  birds countless, we see INC piled up
to MARS, this theology is arbitrary, look

SIDEWAYS

those phone calls, those emails those 
malware mediations, tricked into believing home 
invasion is safety surveillance, from the

OUTSIDE

leaves us, with our shells on the HOT, HOT
asphalt road, legs feebly kicking in the air
waiting for final denial of life, when

INSIDE

up, down, sideways are simple navigation
tools, we are born swimming through the COOL, 
COOL pond, a DRAGON afloat by lotus flower rooted

DEEP

in fertile mud, where we WINTER, where we gather
waiting for the WARM, WARM ecstasy 
of an unmonetized SPRING.

IT SEEMED TO RELAX THEM WHEN WE SAID WE DIDN’T ALWAYS UNDERSTAND OUR POEMS

Vipers
Con/Jur/d, 1/2/2024

Seppo’s said to the assembly, “There’s a turtle-nosed snake on South Mountain. All of you should have a good look.” -- Blue Cliff Record Case #22

All around us are turtle nosed snakes
cobras, they’re commonly called now, and we

You and I, call them constantly, not by name
the translation, is poor and, like a game of telephone

by our ancestors, starting before the tribe got all uppity
and territorial, we knew not to get too close to the rattle

To the squeeze, to the rising head from a basket, or hanging
down from a tree, and what was meant by

“The snakes were driven out”, a simple code meant as
OTHER PEOPLE, a twisted ophidiophobia, a primal fear 

Shot from Saint Patrick's revised cannon, meant to show
THE FIRST PEOPLE  were driven off the Island

Dd they come to China’s South Mountain? To edify
these Zenmonks, whose monastery walls Uroboros 

like, endlessly extend everywhere, including here 
as you read left to right, slithering back and forth

with your VIPER EYES.

HEY! DON’T POST THAT WE WEREN’T DONE WITH IT YET…

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 1/2/2025 and welcome to arbitrary ‘25!