Sunday Sundries

2/2/2025 Even at night they watch us

EVEN AT NIGHT THEY WATCH US

We’ve been a bit lackadaisical lately — floating downstream — anticipating the POP — makes us a bit underproductive

lackadaisical
Con/Jur/d, 2/2/2025

YESTERDAY, we had the best nap
an epic nap, just long enough, we
could return to the world, without
consequence, except for a quick
afternoon coffee

you were there
offering us an empty plastic
baggie wearing a fur coat
smelling of moth balls, ice
popular 70s cigarettes
and the vague miasma of roses 
covering the subtle
tanning of animal skin 
your fading winter

COLORATION

the plastic was stained
yellow/brown, an accusation:

DRUGS-BOUGHT-CONSUMED

the secret binding the
fraternal orders of men/woman/others
together; we learned
yesterday of the many towns/cities
WHO’VE

house occupancy limits and laws based
on biology or state sponsored marriages 
on the BOOKS, and the cravings of certain
nervous systems, the predispositions
of ancestral karma, epigenetics
the pre CRISPR DNA cuttings
of eugenics, of money
and the bloody lineages of being
born into familial lines explains
CRACK houses, OPIUM dens

and the lackadaisical assumptions
of landlords, real estate agents
their bizarre and antihuman
redefinitions of FREEDOM

YOU, asked us to run your card
presenting us the empty, bitter smelling
petrochemical sack

WE SAID
             moneyless, homeless, bloodless
you are unbound and finally 

FREE

and awoke,
without regrets.

WE USED TO BE GOOD AT GIVING ADVICE

NOW WE FIND IT A LITTLE POINTLESS

THE BACKYARD WE GREW UP IN

WE’LL BE ROAD TRIPPING ACROSS THIS FAILING EMPIRE — POETRY AND POSTS MAY BE INFREQUENT — OR MORE OFTEN

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 2/2/2025