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A kid I tutor
Slit a guys throat
While his friend shot the guy with a semi-automatic
I wonder if the guy was surprised he survived
These kids kill mirror images of themselves.
Microcosmic mirrors the macrocosmic
I’m connected to all of this
We all are connected to this.
Deadzones:
bombs, poisons,
elections, distractions, uranium, ethanol, plutonium, standardized testing
extinction, methamphetamines, lack of passion, chlorofluorocarbons, consumer items,
a pile of garbage the size of the US in the Pacific.
What is this that we suffocate?
We. Are. Connected.
The ocean breathes acid
Plankton out numbered by plastic.
I am waiting for the salmon to come home.
When I was young
I’d play a game with my mom
-she’d be passed out drunk,
sitting I’d count the seconds
minutes
my heart beats
till I saw her chest rise and fall
I’m curious if she ever played
that game with her mom
(how far down the line did it go?)
There is a child in a diaper and it is raining
She’s alone, sitting outside my door.
I know where she lives,
Her mom never notices she’s gone.
I sit with a kid whose in 5th grade and
still no one has spent the time to teach him to read.
I know these forgotten children,
and there are more,
so many more.
These forgotten children from forgotten mothers and missing fathers,
and their missing and forgotten
father’s fathers.
Forgotten people,
missing cultures.
These forgotten children
Who feel more excitement over new tennis shoes
Then loss over
dead,
overdosed
parents
What are these addictions?
asphault, clearcuts, trawling, gene splicing, heroin
Monsanto, Weyerhaeuser, Pepsi
Don’t forget where you are from
there are connections
there are spaces in these connections
I’ve planted gardens there
made food
played games
Spent time laughing
Loving
In those spaces I’ve seen hands holding
soccer balls
and clumsy dancing
Don’t forget what you love
Don’t forget.
cry
laugh
sing
make love
be impractical
climb trees
eat with your fingers
paint with your hands
make mistakes
and messes
be audacious
in those spaces the world is still beautiful
Slit a guys throat
While his friend shot the guy with a semi-automatic
I wonder if the guy was surprised he survived
These kids kill mirror images of themselves.
Microcosmic mirrors the macrocosmic
I’m connected to all of this
We all are connected to this.
Deadzones:
bombs, poisons,
elections, distractions, uranium, ethanol, plutonium, standardized testing
extinction, methamphetamines, lack of passion, chlorofluorocarbons, consumer items,
a pile of garbage the size of the US in the Pacific.
What is this that we suffocate?
We. Are. Connected.
The ocean breathes acid
Plankton out numbered by plastic.
I am waiting for the salmon to come home.
When I was young
I’d play a game with my mom
-she’d be passed out drunk,
sitting I’d count the seconds
minutes
my heart beats
till I saw her chest rise and fall
I’m curious if she ever played
that game with her mom
(how far down the line did it go?)
There is a child in a diaper and it is raining
She’s alone, sitting outside my door.
I know where she lives,
Her mom never notices she’s gone.
I sit with a kid whose in 5th grade and
still no one has spent the time to teach him to read.
I know these forgotten children,
and there are more,
so many more.
These forgotten children from forgotten mothers and missing fathers,
and their missing and forgotten
father’s fathers.
Forgotten people,
missing cultures.
These forgotten children
Who feel more excitement over new tennis shoes
Then loss over
dead,
overdosed
parents
What are these addictions?
asphault, clearcuts, trawling, gene splicing, heroin
Monsanto, Weyerhaeuser, Pepsi
Don’t forget where you are from
there are connections
there are spaces in these connections
I’ve planted gardens there
made food
played games
Spent time laughing
Loving
In those spaces I’ve seen hands holding
soccer balls
and clumsy dancing
Don’t forget what you love
Don’t forget.
cry
laugh
sing
make love
be impractical
climb trees
eat with your fingers
paint with your hands
make mistakes
and messes
be audacious
in those spaces the world is still beautiful