Yup, 5 poems in 5 Days

10/6/2023

Sometimes — it’s necessary to consult a professional

Notes to the Anesthesiologist
“They needed our consent to die before doing surgery”
Con/Jur/d, 10/6/2023

We are not a machine
although, for the purpose
of this exercise, we would like
you to be the best, the most
excellent engineer
your training, your ripples
of experience, building
to the wave now crashing

you can be

We find it amusing
our first thought, when those

patterns, whose passing complexities,

stretch, from our birth to our death
reassembled themselves, we felt
a deep compassion for the broken boy,

who beat it, under a propofol haze

And then, again the delicacy of the we
you provisionally call him, in here
where it matters,

it’s all we, us, our, and y’all,
although the collective host
of bone, blood, flesh, fascia, micro

and macro biomes,

and the heavy weight of gravitational reflections
our mirrored communities would quickly re-establish
their orbits, after a brief grieving wobble, 
to await their own supernova or heat death, 
and the gestalt or concrescence 
would return to the one
the just parts, just flesh, just compost, just ash

from the crackling 
humming, singing chorus
of many

SILENTLY
and painlessly, under your administration

PLEASE, 
PAY ATTENTION

We’re still curious

And what better reason
for continuation of
this impermanence

do                       we                         need?

Photos? We got photos — you got photos? We got photos too

Here’s a short story about how I wandered the last time the clave gathered in Santa Sabina for 5 days of — engaging — as an old friend pointed out yesterday: “I've always thought it was more important to engage than retreat”

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 10/6/2023

PS,

Speaking of stories discovered The Florian Trilogy today — lovely storytelling IMO, YEMD

Here’s the techno version of Feed Your Head that turned me on to the whole thing: