The Plowman Shall Overtake the Reaper Yet Still The Heat Death Of The Universe Don’t Take Kindly to Organic Produce

We only find abdominal bliss
After we sign for the package
Left upon our crooked doorstep
By a maudlin brother grim

Our final results were sown tangentially
Once we spat brown, broken seeds
Into the cracked and wicked soil
That sat long waiting for revenge

In our distant, spacious futures
Most make love to ghostly figures
Instead, I peer toward between spaces
And sharply whisper your bright name

The Plowman Shall Overtake the Reaper Yet Still The Heat Death Of The Universe Don’t Take Kindly to Organic Produce

After The Hunt

In thick bed of green grass
On a Minnesota lawn
Hides an Easter egg
From the children’s hungry eyes.

The eggshell is not thick
And within life’s secrets lie.
Yes, inside inside inside
An entire universe resides.

The children never find the egg
And soon the thin shell splits,
Spider cracks expose life’s secrets
To the moist and worm-wrung dirt.

From the Easter egg then sprouts
The fabled Easter tree
With chocolate peanut butter sap
And broad, pastel-colored leaves.

All of life’s sweet secrets there
Sugar silent in the wind.
The mysteries of fertile faith
And marshmallow fowl without end.

After The Hunt

How Emotions Are Made

I am known for being hard to read
still
it’s not true 
that emotions 
are things 
that happen 
to us.

Can we feel an emotion 
     if we don’t have a word for it?

Emotions are constructed, 
     are not some objective thing, 
          they’re learned and constructed.

the face          is very
     ambiguous 
in     its     meaning

You have a basic feeling
          — like “pleasant” “unpleasant”
          — and bodily sensations; 
the brain’s always predicting
what those sensations are.
We use emotion concepts 
to make sense 
of our sense. 

We construct emotions.
We are taught these concepts.
     You don’t teach feelings. 
But emotion concepts —
     like…

     once you know the word, 
          if you often hear the word, 
               then it becomes automatic, 
                    like driving a car. 

You can learn 
to distinguish 
between distress and discomfort. 

Realize that 
     if the brain uses past 
     to construct present, 
     invest in the present 
     to cultivate new experiences 
     that then become the seeds

 
     for your future.

* poem found here: https://www.theverge.com/2017/4/10/15245690/how-emotions-are-made-neuroscience-lisa-feldman-barrett

How Emotions Are Made

accept the violence needed to ensure the maintenance of imperialist, future-oriented society*

the driveway holds water
     in a foot-sized divet
     that never properly drains.

each time i enter
     or exit a parked car,
     my toes get wet.

for there is a hole
     in the bottom of my shoe
     that lets the water in.

driveways crack.
     shoes fall apart.
     toes grow indifferent & cold.

*bell hooks

accept the violence needed to ensure the maintenance of imperialist, future-oriented society*

Walking Along Someone Else’s Wrong Path

Now God don’t abide by no killin’
despite what you might hear and see

No, God don’t abide by no killin’
’cause killin’s between you and me

Now God don’t abide by no killin’
never mind what those old books say

No, God don’t abide by no killin’
’cause killin’s a here and now game

Now God don’t abide by no killin’
even though everything’s gonna die

No, God don’t abide by no killin’
’cause killin’s an act that implies

Now God don’t abide by no killin’
‘cept the songs all say that ain’t true

No, God don’t abide by no killin’
’cause killin’ just leaves work to do

Walking Along Someone Else’s Wrong Path