hvalkjöt
Traditional treat
Who even likes whale meat now?
Chose to “keep alive”
Iced letters
Write me a letter
Before the ice caps all melt
Words evaporate
náttúran lifnaði við
A boom rose through the quiet crisp air
As tourists turned and tethered to the source
An iceberg actively falling into the ocean before us
Iphones shuffle above heads and I
Thought nature came to life
What my cog brain said and saw
On my nordic adventure time
Nature…come to life...
Sadly
Because I never see grass grow
I never see trees fall
Just wind shuffling leaves or
Blowing trash around the metro
It happened fast, suddenly
Like the 4th of July where you
Jolt your body around to identify the booms
But more like a freight ships foghorn
Where the sound lingers in the air after
And feels menacing, or mysterious
Bouncing off of the water
Oh, when my little city body turned to see
And the visuals struck my blue light fried eyes
Like an excavator dropping gravel
Slowly falling, acting naturally after being exiled
But more like a video I once saw of a cliff diver
Gravity allowing them to take up air’s space for a bit
And slink into the water
The ocean becoming a host of this jolted mass
When I
“Thought nature come to life”
Like the supernatural or the battery powered
It’s immediate action grabbing our attention
Like an alert bell that prompted only
Awakened awareness of nature as life.
20 Years Later
2004
SILLY
As you undo your tie
FAKE
As you park your car
IRRELEVANT
As you crack the bottle
WHO CARES?
As you phone the lawyer
File the taxes
Water the lawn
Zone out
And focus on what is
Important, immediate
The now!
now!
Hun, can you make that shoestring onion burger tonight?
TURN THAT OFF, THAT’S NOT REAL
This day to day to day to day
This task + task + task + task + task
Plus thing! And gratification.
That’s REAL
Until julianning onions, she cut her finger
And bleed your mammal blood
Your nature blood
Your “human” blood, but not Human Nature.
Human Nature is
Liberal Bulshit being spewed from Al Gore, indoctrinating the youth, pure lies.
2024
Wrinkled lips, that lack much genuinely exciting or intimate gossip
Have an obversion to admitting fault, and are drawn to lengthy talks about the weather;
It’s easy, works with anyone
It was once pure good.
It’s…
Modern Human Nature.
But the glaringly obvious is a terrorist.
About the weather?
A bit more buzzy than usual.
It’s been absolutely boiling hot, I can’t even golf for more than an hour.
The drive was so smoky today, I have a cough!
Scorching terror, gassed terror
My flights’ canceled? I can’t believe this!
I
can’t
believe
I wouldn’t believe
And I won’t say
False Quotes:
“My human body could parrish”
Or Worse:
“The kids were right”
Tinned Wishes
My wishes are contained
In my mind until I
Share them with a friend
or speak them into the sky
Or into the notes app
The microphone taps
My false stream of consciousness
That I altered for the cloud
It is unhonest to say my wishes are proud.
What's in a wish?
A hope that is cinched
With a bow like a gift
Somehow less like a grift
Then a hope or a dream
Birthdays, postcards seem
To be kisses for wishes.
I wish I could tin my wishes
My meek positivity
To be kept in a bunker
To be tough as a roach
So that when there are no more wishes
This tinned wish can be slurped up
On a stale saltine
By a warm warm body
Who can smile and blow out candles
With their childhood head
And know only the goodness of people