NOTHING more patriotic than rebelling against
wanting nothing to do with it and writing 2 poems, 7/4/2025
Haunted 7/4/2025, Con/Jur/d We dreamed of San Francisco the first (TIME) we visited on the way to Olympia, WA to decide, if for us a better pedagogy. Dreamed again when we returned, deciding to live there, failing, sneaking out of the flophouse at 5 AM, before the desk clerk arrived, we didn't have the $10 for the weekend counting cockroach sPlats on the wall with the roommate, who needed to pick up a package at 3 AM, at the bus station locker, his eyes haunted, wouldn’t say What would happen if he failed and when we came back, to SF with the help of our commutual demon reflecting what we didn’t admit to find, all this dreaming, had carved the cities topographies, byways betwixt ways, into a navigable territory, not identical to (got oneway streets wrong) but serviceable, mirages solidified, like 20 years later, the partner, who died 10 years after , succeeding, finally where heroin, anorexia, and several future America's Most Wanted, boyfriends had failed she called tripping with out-of-town friends, from Baker Beach, and now in the throws of PEAK, called us ------------------_------------------- pre-app, YOU UNDERSTAND? No? Maybe you're not old enough and, we're trying to stop explaining STOP justifying, how when we closed our eyes, we could direct by mediation her slim reference to a corner store with a poster of an OSTRICH and an AD for SAPPORO, we gave directions, with LEFT/RIGHT and correct BUS numbers, a route HOME, where we belonged later it was discovered she was an invasive species, set to despoil and undo our habituation, and like any good trickster, we need to WELL, should, thank her this, although ----------------------_---_----------------------- isn't what this is about, if you spent as much time walking thru blind allies as WE did, in THE DREAM and the dream within a dream the RUSSIAN DOLL real, or the innermost onion layer teleology, you would have seen the SIGNS FOR the creeks, and streams DEEP beneath the streets, buried UNDER CITY, and it would STOP us dead, the ghosts of DEER, COYOTES FIRST PEOPLE, drinking, fighting fucking, living their lives like STEEL, CONCRETE and business bros, would never, could never erase them, and these memories beneath the murals are the only ones -------------------_--------_--------_----------- could can will, wake us up
PUBLIC for a reason, after all
Con/Jur/d, 7/4/25
Have a good day! Happy Fourth!
the security guard at the private equity
shoppers club barks, hand patriotically
on the receipt, using a red tipped pen
he should know better, but then
we're shopping
are we not?
our friends who've known for a long
T. I M. E.
it's not ok to celebrate
sent out a missive: Too Many Flags
LIFE. LIBERTY. for the unelected
too indolent to live without money
trustfunds, inheritable wealth
too afraid of death to do anything useful
maybe anti bodhisattvas, hoard instead
of LIBERATE
who confuse the pursuit of happiness
as belonging exclusively to those who
can afford to fund the genetics to revive
the Passenger Pigeon, thru mis-
appropriated funds, an intense misuse
of science, with the goal of hunting them
to extinction again and again and again
“Pursuit implies hunt doesn't it ‘ol
boy, what what? And you only live once
over here, and what will we do without
WATERMELONS?
ORDERS from the MOTHERLAND
I'm afraid, and what she wants, she gets
NO, NO, NO they just don’t understand
their place, it’s not as if it's complicated
I blame the research, what? If we got
caught, we’ll talk around it or put another
one in, what?
IF we did, surely as long as the BOOMS
boom, and the dogs and the homeless vets
don't go boozing and howling all night long
they won't even notice. What? I hide mine
in a hollowed out Bible, keep it handy if they
try coming over the wall or use the park
when I'm trying to sleep, I mean they're
PUBLIC for a reason, after all”
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 7/4/2025