GOOGLE IT — An Open Letter Addressing The Problem Of Modern Humans' Response To Global Warming

written some time ago but only just now posted*

       

       

Google It

An Open Letter

Almost two thirds of rivers on earth dried up last year.

HELP

Don't run around crying like I didn't know 

After choosing to stop up your ears

Don't conוe around, sighing, like where should I go

After refusing to hear it for years

More than two thirds of all animals are gone.

HELP US

Don't be sneaking out selling your oil and coal 

After each summit accord and agreement

Don't be freaking out pretending you're loyal, the goal 

After all, was aborted while ink was still wet

Over one third of the world's population will be displaced.

HELP US NOW

What are you buying saying you're trying 

People are dying because of your lying

Why don't you admit that you don't give a shit

About what you did, or your kids, or after you're dead

Forcing the future to pay buys not one extra day.

HELP US NOW 

FIX THIS

OR GET OUT OF THE WAY

*because I quit waiting on the New Yorker to get back to me.

private eye, or, fantasies as tangible as epistemic

private eye

or, fantasies as tangible as epistemic

if i could only discover words realer that real

more like this now than i know

would that fresh kind of fire from Heaven to steal

really be worth certain death down below

would i still feel the same once i know

knowing this would i still want to go

if only i knew what it’s like being you

as my words seek out & find you somewhere

if i could see hear & feel what you do

would you know then for sure that i care

in the end would i think it was fair

only needed a good questionnaire

if somehow i see what it is to be me

in context in time with perspective

would it fall into place, make me finally free

would that freedom be highly infective

giving life a new hip prime directive

at least we might be more effective

back burner or, compartmentalization (self-portrait schematic) by a female faust

To My Friend On His Deathbed, Or, Maybe You Won't Go

 

                                                                      

To My Friend On His Deathbed

Or, Maybe You Won’t Go?

There is nothing I can do that will be any good

Nothing I can try that could save you

No herbal concoction, no medicine food

Everything stronger they already gave you

Is there time left anon a new habit to learn?

Maybe, but not its proper effect ascertain

Our time finds, invested, a decreasing return

All costs presently sunk, with no successes to claim

Yet so much of our time is, well, mundane

with the details of our little lives quite consumed

 but — an imperative added to not be all in vain

that no one here can fulfill, since we are all of us doomed.

this verse was meant to somehow banish our grief & fear & sad regret:;

if as i suspect this goal remains elusive, perhaps we’ll get there yet.

Notes On The Disappearance Of The World's Insects (A Warning By A Faust)

 

Notes On The Disappearance Of The World's Insects

(A Warning By A Faust)

Who are you calling? 

The suits are just stalling

The news is appalling

Divided we're falling 

What are you buying? 

The insects are dying 

Your president's lying 

Excusing denying 

When are you starting? 

The seas won't be parting 

For those busy charting 

How many are 🖤ing 

Where are you going? 

No place that's not showing 

The danger that's growing 

Out of money still flowing 

Why aren't they stopping?

Keep on mono-cropping

Development popping 

Pesticide slopping 

How are you helping? 

Because you'd better be helping 

Because you'd better be helping 

We all need to be helping 

We all need to be helping 

We all need to be helping 

We all need to be helping 

We need all of us helping

Showing and telling 

Teach what you knowing 

Shouting and yelling 

Get up and going

Not Nihilism - a happy poem by a Faust

Not Nihilism, But Still Nothing Of Which To Be Afraid

Or, 

The Secret Ingredient Is — Who's Been Messing With This Thing

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If I was a Q-tip where would I be

If I was a Phillip's head driver

If I were my readers what I would not squint to see

If I were a more careful MacGyver

— I remember once having my ducks in a row

My Why equaled my Ex & my Be

I'd yet to learn others could reap what I sow

Or, making me do all the harvesting, just get it — for free

After that something inside me played dead — or just hid

Convincing my innocence thorough

Of reasons (de)pressing & foolish aught of it should be rid

Which only proved much much later that —- I hadn't a clue

—Because now Joy sometime renders my world drama free,

Where perhaps not-to-Be Ifs can have Thens yet to Be — 

STATE'S EVIDENCE -- a poem by a Faust

 

State's Evidence

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the quiet girl was absent, 

she ran naked down the street, 

he had a photo of her running 

in his jacket pocket

when they were going to search

they asked first if they could

they stopped and very deliberately 

got audible consent

they went through all the pockets 

one by one with gloves

eventually they found it 

it justified their actions

they sealed it labeled in plastic

charged him with possession

of physical evidence of 

citizen disobedience

the quiet girl was watching

from a broken skylight

huddled in a blanket

shivering but free

Tequila Mockingbird, Or, 86 2nd Street, San Francisco: A Sonnet

a slight revision with the clarity of not being tipsy...

TEQUILa MOcKINGBIRD, OR, 86 2ND STREET, SaN FRaNcIScO

THE BaRTENDER IS cOOL aS SHIT

THE DRINKS HE POURED - HELLa FULL

IF THE DaNcE FLOOR WERE MORE cOZY, IT

MIGHT NOT, IF cROWDED, DO aS WELL

IT ISN’T DIM, JUST WaRM, & DaRKENED

WITH MY KINfolk & tHeir KIND TONIGHT;

EaSILY & WELL IT HEaRKENED

aFTER WHaT ONcE MaDE THIS cITY REaL, & RIGHT —-

OF WHIcH, SINcE I KNOW PERHaPS a THING OR TWO

IN THE DEcaDES SINcE I MaDE THE BaY

I THOUGHT TO PEN THIS QUaINT REVIEW

aGaINST a FUTURE MORE FUcKED THaN TODaY

(DID I MENTION THE MUSIc HaS EXcELLENT SOUND?)

TEQUILa MOcKINGBIRD IS FINE aS THE FINEST aROUND

BY a FEMaLE FaUST (SLIGHTLY REVISED) DEDIcaTED TO 

TEQUILa MOcKINGBIRD (a BaR ON 2ND STREET) ON 8/8/24

FONT: “TEQUILa MOcKINGBIRD” BY WWW.KEVINaNDaMaNDa.cOM

           

original tipsy version

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i miss you now, i missed you

when i realized you were gone

one less thing to give its due

one less worry off & on

but -- was -- & is -- a magick

in the intentioning of intent

prologemena forensic

to any future what we meant

i missed you tonight, felt it

most when 'it must be time to leave'

would a sudden appearance have melted

the perhaps of which now is bereaved

missed you -- never the -- lest

i confessed to the strange i perceive

not near close enough ever a test

still too far away to believe

verses written bathing in the rhythm, 

in the dark where you are not

grateful for remembering the --

all -- 

the grace -- 

you brought

finished at 1:58 AM on Wednesday

stripped down to lingerie, red white and blue

f8, sf

July 3 2024