Gentle, the spring rain falls past crackling ideation
Con/Jur/d, 4/5/2026
Pork cracklings are a wonderful diagnosis
to answer, your question, mostly we try, and try
and try to understand our Stockholm syndrome
the conditions for our release, what belongs
to us, what shards of culture slop, empire blood
has lodged itself in our body, a diagnosis for what
you may ask yourself,
(we’re always hiding)
a new makeup for an old mask? How much
did we miss the birds, during winter doldrums
a mentor and a friend, once said
NO, dromology is the study of speed, not the
VIEW
from 10’000, feet -- Embarrassed, flushed to the core
we had looked it up, where? maybe, a dream
during glymphatic clearance, although
with the garbage each of us has to process
a Sisyphean task, Camus labors, not the
grecian justification for how slaves were treated
-- you think you got it bad? at least not forever
BACK TO WORK!
this is how it is for us, what began
as reflection, on our, our ganglia
WAKING up
at the riot of birds in
warm spring
rains
on a stolen holy day, with forgotten
tributes to the genocidal Aztecs
tributes to rutting and fucking, signifying Leporidae
tributes to mountain gods, who extracted
sacrifices, through misadventure, or herd thinning
then just spill the blood, slit the throat gently
better than < or >
fear frozen predation? Zarathustra says so
an exclusionary holy day (CHANGE TO HOLIDAY)
of salvation hoarding
although a great source of fine horror stories
removed as we are
INSTEAD, [thematically] the weaponization
of convenience, comfort, culturalization
how diagnosis trims the self, neatly,
fitting us up:
“each according to his ability,
to each according to his needs”
DECODED: when dealing
with a large number of human resources
and to reduce wordiness, it helps to know
ahead of time the size of the coffin or urn
required:
“it used to be you grabbed a notebook
and a pen, if desperate, a knife and nicked
a quick quill and wrote:
the chorus of birds
move closer than before
to hear spring rain
now our wrist buzzes, reminding us to
meditate, the wordprocessor needs to update
have been told rain is starting 6 times
this morning, the instant pot is cooking
beans for a family gathering, at this age
the seasonal Spring energy will not lead
to Fall babies, bombs are falling, hospitals
children are being sacrificed over a
land dispute, the most honest emperor
says *yes, I’m naked! So what?*
proudly displays his McDonald’s folds
the teeth clench: unclench
always using tooth metaphors?
like grind, clench, lock, our AI can help.
not interested in using your AI, just
a thesaur…
maybe you're a bird?
what? pretending to have teeth
WHAT THE ACTUAL FU…
PLEASE WAIT WHILE WE REBOOT
the rain”
Much Love,
Con/Jur/d, 4/5/2026
