Second Count

Don't let em flip
The calendar days
Make every first count
Make every second count
Make every second second count

This will wisp pass
Moment gone
Last
Second like it

No way to know
It'll come
Next
Go to past

Learn it's ways now
Come again
Check
Hear it fly?

See it come from
Far to close
Most
Make it with it

Not guaranteed
Nothing is
Leap
Make it deep

Not under six
Feet of clay
Still
Is a good day

Flip the Eyes

Let the back light shine
Up in your mind
Flip the eyes
See the Brain
See thoughts pulsate
Bias Extinguish
Glide cognition

Bar the discard of specifics to for generalities
Familiarity can deceive, it seems better
We believe if it's repeated, or if we already think it
We think our shit ain't stinkin
Defend what gets the cheddar
Flaws in others are easy to see
We're blind to our own
We notice what's closest when light isn't shown

Sparks in brains keep you alive
If refrained from believing lies
Skull's electrified fat
Can project anything adapted to the world
Flip back the eyes, Truth taps on perception's door
Open to that, bias ignored

Milky Dip

Milky bulge
Scutum arm
Belly flop splattered
Sagittarius Arm
Facing the
3 KPC Arm
Feeding the form of the
Norma Arm
Sun and us in this
Orion-Cygnus Arm

Milky bulge
Frisbeed egg
Flung Squid
Tentacle twist
Dusty Disk

Galactic Halo
Referee
Photogenic Clustery
Globular squeeze
Magellanic Spiraly

Carina Perseus
Flying off the long bar
Seems worth us
To not be on the wrong star

When the Sun's out
Hop on top a cloud
As far as it seems
Centauri Dreams

Milky map on the wall
Of the ship
Let it be hip
Future's a mutual dip
into the milk
Tickle the curtains of silk
Let us be more than a blip

Please don't kill yourself

I'm sure everyone here has heard

the typical spiel about us and the universe 

how the atoms in our bodies were fused in stars

how insignificant Earth seems from afar

 

how we are all the cosmos understanding itself 

to care for Smart Life, it may exist nowhere else 

but I want to focus on the fact that we're here

 

that you can ponder touch someone and drink a beer 

at the same time in a glorious machine

that we call a body as you careen

 

with an air bubble stuck to a rock

where inside spins a molten magnet top 

flying through the cosmos a Thousand Miles a minute 

but you have in your skull the most complex thing in it

 

you see space isn't much more as far as We Know

than fiery gases and Dusty snow 

it has no feelings it can't fall in love 

these glorious inanimate objects don't think of

 

anything in particular they just are  

hurling and whirling along with the Stars 

you, on the other hand

 

you think

 

you love

 

you create

 

you fuck

 

you breastfeed

 

you dance

 

help those in need

 

advance

 

yourself to be better than who you were 

bring meaningless chaos order 

the exception to entropy 

the light of consciousness

 

you, my friend are alive

Donald J Trump Victory Speech

I would like to thank the Republican party for this nomination
Thank you for gerrymandering the districts, defunding education and for years insinuating what I finally came out and said. Establishment- ya losers, my opponents- ya losers, and my supporters .... ha ha.. ya losers
Man who am I kidding I don't even talk like this.

You all outta be ashamed of yourselves.

I, Donald John Drumpf, brought out the worst in all of you. All your delusions of grandeur, thinking you are better than someone else because you were expulsed from a womb on one side of a line, thinking the old book you live by is better than another old book on the other side of the world someone else lives by that's almost the same, thinking America was great until the brown people fucked it up. NEWS FLASH! America was great...until white people got here.  I have been waiting for years to expose the bigotry of so many in the American right.

Meanwhile I've sold this primitive juvenile concept of luxury to shit for brains like you, there is no such thing! You pay 100 times as much for a hotel room because it has an aluminum chandelier with gold spray paint, it's all in your head, its the same shit! I buy gas station wine, put a drop of soy sauce in it and sell it for a grand and people fall for it! It's the same as my political circus, I don't know what the hell I'm talking about, I've been bullshitting my way through this whole thing asking myself "what would Joe six pack do?" Thinking people were too smart to fall for it. I'm just a jagoff with a surgically implanted toupee, I can't run company without bankrupting it much less the world's biggest economy. I'd have waaaay more money if 30 years ago I had invested my fathers inheritence in mutual funds and retired retired to start a career ion water colors instead of gallivanting around hiring lawyers to save me after every failure. Skepticism is sexy people, quit being stupid.

Hillary Clinton is my homie, she came to my wedding! I confess, I lost a game of poker to her 20 years ago, and she bet me a beer that I wouldn't make up this crazy persona to corral the idiots of our country into a festival of ignorance to hijack the republican party, and y'all dumbasses fell for it! Well Rodham, I prefer Shiner and look forward to tasting sweet victory.
I've been a democrat for years, I've only started saying racist shit recently, I've changed every position I've had, I figured it would be obvious!

Now let me tell you some stuff that should be obvious, we are one humanity, God does not see race, religion or borders so neither should we. He just wants us to love one another as if every human being anywhere were your own child or parent. Showing off wealth is not only immature, it's ridiculous. Focus on lessening the suffering of others and feeding your brain if you want to earn the respect of those around you. Hillary, I love you but you had your chance in '08 Bernie is the man for the job we need now.

Effective immediately I am giving 99% of my wealth to charities that look after Syrian refugees, I'm moving to an island in the south pacific to get as far away from you nutjobs as possible, I will conclude with the speech at the end of Charlie Chaplin's the great dictator,
listen to it carefully, and get some counseling you people make me sick.

What Matters Most

Saturn V Rocket, Johnson Space Center, Houston, Texas

What matters to you most?

Who is most dear to you in your life?

What makes you at peace more than anything?

FUCK IT. IT DOESN’T MATTER MORE THAN THIS.

NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHAT I AM GOING TO GOING TO BRING TO YOUR ATTENTION RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

Life on earth.

4 times before, shit has come from the sky and killed most living things.

To not worry about it because it hasn’t happened in a while

is like a roach comfortable in your cabinet or crossing your floor tile

in front of you because she doesn’t know anyone who’s been stomped,

and yeah they fumigate sometimes and every little roach heart stops,

but it hasn’t happened in so long, things should be fine.

In the meantime, this divine house is so nice and cozy,

and yeah it might behoove to plan in case this rosy situation changes,

an escape route to avoid obliteration to save us,

kill the human so roaches survive, or at least make it move for the sake of roach life,

but… why should we? Let’s just make love, eat, and sleep, life is good, see?!

This planet is a billiard ball, rolling towards whatever might come our way,

 like the 48 tons of space rock that fall from the sky every day,

there are flying asteroids everywhere waiting for us,

most of which we don’t notice until it’s under our noses

Like people in Russia a few years ago that saw a bright blaze

Like a second sun it raced through the sky as they run to the window

Before they could react as they gaze in wonder,

glass breaks in their face from the impact as the wind blowed

The Chelyabinsk meteorite landed in 2013 the day after valentines

and released the energy of an atom bomb but multiplied by 30 times

it had been completely undetected, unsuspected by astronomers

the suns glare blocked cosmic binoculars of this rock heavier than the Eiffel tower.

Much bigger rocks have come several times to end most life with their meteor showers

Any day, a rock like this could land over Manhattan, Lagos or San Antonio

We could be those roaches in your cabinet, say ehh fate happens man, ya know?

Or we could expand demand and the pace of our space program,

We could vote people in power who care to see that humanity

Should last past what could be our last meteor shower,

Encourage our children to look up, and dream of the future,

Of course we have pressing concerns and lessons to learn,

You have to look down to tie your shoelace

So you don’t trip and break your head

But look up cause a paint can misplaced

Off of a fifth floor ledge is fixing to make you dead

When the dinosaurs died from a space rock in Mexico’s Yucatan

But they had a peanut sized brain, and as far as we know, no space program,

What’s our excuse?

The Bathing Family

Illegal gold mines in the Awacachi Nature Reserve, Esmeraldas Province, Ecuador

Cocaine.

We all know what it does to people.

The violent crime by the hooked, the conniving tendencies of those with a habit, and the normal occasional user that is just looking for a good time and doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

A few lines every once and a while couldn’t be that bad, right?

I mean unless you’re addicted, or doing it to keep from feeling bad, it has to be harmless, right?

I mean ain’t nothing with a little cocaine am I right?

Well, no, no and no.

It doesn’t just appear out of nowhere. Let me tell you a story.

In the early 1500s, a cargo ship on its way to Peru was packed with human beings who thought they would be cursed into a lifetime of forced servitude but found themselves escaping a shipwreck off the coast of what would become the border of Ecuador and Colombia. They swam to shore, established communities in rainforests, beaches and mountains, intermarried with the natives and later provided refuge for others who escaped slavery near and far. To this day you go there and in many towns there are no Hispanic or mixed looking people, just dark black people, who find themselves historically exploited like black people everywhere on earth, but some in addition are literally poisoned every day through the profits of cocaine.  

I was blessed with the opportunity to work there during my time as a geographer in Ecuador for 2 and a half years, my third day there, I got in a small airplane with a team to map in high resolution the last tropical rainforest that connects the Andes mountains to the Pacific, an area filled with pristine waterfalls that glisten as a prism for sunlight, with an anarchist choir of endangered birds each song stranger than the last, all strutting their outlandish feather outfits for a mate to earn that sex that everyone deserves. Then there are the practically extinct insect dependent plants and flowers each of which could be a cure for cancer, their pollinators feeding the reptiles, amphibians and mammals reliant on wildlife corridors, ecological fauna highways from the mountaintops to the mangrove wetlands for which we had been contracted to make aerial photography. The Awacachi reserve is so important that the Ecuadorian government has deemed it illegal to enter without permission and only under strict regulations to protect nature’s fragility, but cocaine funded paramilitaries had smuggled in bulldozers to make illegal gold mines, with lakes filled with neurotoxic mercury to separate the soil from that yellow metal that people like for some reason.

Months later after the monotony of tetrising a puzzle of thousands of aerial photos, I returned to the area to collect GPS points to align our mosaic to the ground. After passing trucks full of diced trees to finally reach a more desolate clearing on a bridge, we waited for the geographical data to collect and couldn’t help but notice a beautiful scene. A naked Afro-Ecuadorian family bathing in a creek, the chiseled father whose machete and fishing nets are normally an extension of himself was contently soaping his obsidian child, while others hop around chasing each other splashing water, the potential beauty queen mother whose figure was not phased in the slightest by years of breast feeding, they smiled and waved, I smiled and waved back, before turning away to respect their privacy but wanting stay to take the moment in. Maybe, they saw me and my co-worker and envied our luxuries, absolutely, I saw them and envied theirs.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but that same beautiful family that I waved to, who may have distant west African descended relatives you know, were having their brain cells deadened by the heavy metals dumped in that very creek, and in the clams they eat that will be filtering those heavy metals out of river bottoms for decades to come, made possible because of money from cocaine. Maybe a better reason to not do this drug is its funding of a civil war in Colombia where villagers are massacred, children are kidnapped into sexual slavery, child soldiers kill innocent people for the FARC, and family members of businesses are murdered one by one until extorted rent is paid. Or maybe a better reason is the thousands of unaccompanied minors escaping drug gang violence in Central America, the bodies dumped over borders for not complying with demands of drug cartels, or communities crippled by a brutally oppressive mafia power structure that couldn’t exist without money coming from the north. Or maybe better reasons are the cartel wars a few hours south of San Antonio, journalists tortured and killed for exposing the truth or the intricately intertwined sexual slavery taking place in the neighborhoods of every major city.

There are endless reasons not to do cocaine, to not douse the dopamine of one's brain in the blood of all the innocent people killed along the way, in the screams of starving children locked in closets and forced to please soulless men, or in the gunshots that families pray will end. But for me the biggest reason will always that family that waved and smiled to me, sparkling in the tropical sun, enjoying a lazy Sunday in a creek contaminated by Mercury.

So the next time someone is giddy with misguided evil joy at the expense of others they forced to suffer and they offer you a bump, or a line or sack, please have a heart.