one year and one trial

thirty eighth and chicago

and one year and one trial

and one verdict delivered just

and in that, justice

but the names the names the names

must we keep saying more names every day

of those taken from us by neglect by indifference by hate

by racist design, by it’s cunning violence

by what’s become of a broken justice

which comes and goes

but never stays with us


thirty eighth and chicago

after one year, after one trial

and it’s still closed to traffic, and it’s still a crossroads

of work left undone by citizens, cities, pd’s, and governments

of reforms left in the air, left in committee, left out of the books

of how far we’ve come and how far left to go

until the traffic can flow, until the barricades can go

the news cameras turned off 

the crowds in the streets all at home


at thirty eighth and chicago

the day when foot traffic returns

to just neighbors stopping in the corner store

will that be the day justice has come home

the day when car traffic returns to just folks getting gas and some smokes

will that be the day justice has come home

the day when all of us, of any race, at any place in america

can walk across our own crossroads

our own intersections, our own streets, our own moment

that moment in our life where we come to know the police  

will that be the day justice has come home

to thirty eighth and chicago



minneapolis ocean breeze

minneapolis ocean breeze

windows open at 75 degrees

sunshine hazy clouds it’s blowing north north east

cool and constant at 13 miles per hour

smelling of barbecues and blooming flowers

wet with humidity onshore like there’s a sea

like i remember as a kid playing on the salty sandy beach

but there’s no ocean

there’s no sea

just green farmland

just green trees

as far as my eyes can see

thought lung #8 – repeat release me

listen the birds are singing call and distant response echoing like human what song you singing i get outside open these tired eyes watch the squirrels being other beings a squirrel on the telephone pole looking right at me gray eyelashes blinking and i start breathing my stress tendons relaxing squirrel jumps from the pole across the alley up into the oak tree my lord look at all the acorn husks on the ground all so empty but not one seed the squirrel just looking down at me like human please stress of pandemic when will you let go completely stress of curfews of no call no showings a tiny baby spider walking across my phone screen as i’m typing these exact words blown in on a silver string that helps me feel this cool breeze on my skin tickling and sticking attaching in my mind like the stress i feel in america these days stepping between us all when all we want to do is step beyond it like face forward onwards the injustice sickens repeating in that muzzle flash in that split second justice why’d you leave us you’re at work one day but calling in the next now the helicopters and sirens circling and the screens repeat repeating be somewhere be somewhere be somewhere else not here but can you hear this the birds just singing
be right here with us be right now with us


thought lungs, steady breathing

one thought in, one thought out

stress tendons start releasing

bandwidth of consciousness increasing

breathe in, breathe out

thoughts stop repeat repeating


stress tendons time you chill and stop death gripping yeah listen the birds are singing i get outside open these tired eyes at sunrise watching the moment dawn sunlight hits the greening crowns of deciduous trees listening to them start sweating and moving their stomata opening buds popping pollen dropping down the sloping western banks of the mississippi river good morning america good morning justice nice to have you with us again reporting to work on time and with clear eyes you know you’re not some unreliable signal subject to interference we need you present every second so you forget to show up then injustice comes and cuts another scar steals another life i’m walking the sandy river beach thoughts stuck in my head start moving and the ones that don’t move i’m not afraid to look at buddhism’s wisdom through meditation after all always asking it’s just a thought should i suffer to hold it in me like a statue frozen in shame or fear or pain should i suffer to ignore it struggle to push it all away afraid to feel what needs to heal even more should i cause suffering in others by acting out thoughts with the delusion of hate the intoxication of rage amongst all these screens repeat repeating now get distracted now pay attention which is it but can we hear this above it all love just saying
be right here with us be right now with us


thought lungs, steady breathing

let thoughts come, let thoughts go

stress tendons start releasing

bandwidth of consciousness increasing

breathe in, breathe out

thoughts stop repeat repeating

wings right above me

after hearing your voice just a few times every year

finally, i see you

usually when it’s dark and i’m about to

get some sleep, to enter dream land

that is when you would begin speaking

from the big oak or maybe the big pine tree

across the alley in back of my place

you invisible, but loud and clear, i could hear you

so glad to finally see you


at dawn, thursday morning

returning from work in my car

turning into the alley in back of my place

suddenly wings flapping and flashing

wide beautiful dusty white wings right above me

i hit the brakes, ducked, went holy f…

you were swooping down after a small bird

flitting like a spark through my head lights

and as you twisted around the corner chasing after it

i saw no hawk’s neck

just your big round face

your feather coat dusty white, gray, with rusty brown streaks

that’s when i knew, you’re unmistakable

a pleasure to finally meet you

my barred owl friend, talk all night

now i know who’s speaking

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stop. stop. cut. c’mon. wake up. no, wake up. it’s just a nightmare all of us humans go through when it gets stuck on play

computational free flow #2

human, being, look

the river is sky reflecting

cuz the sky is a river flowing

there’s no line between, there’s no edge to see

look it’s constant, look it’s fluctuating



in a 24 hour period how many breaths did i take

because of another being


better run that algorithm through our narrow social media hallways

so our ego avatars learn how to stop choking

so we can start breathing and growing


eyes, open

don’t turn away

lungs, breathe

pandemic underway


human, being, listen

the river is flowing

cuz the cloud is growing

where’s the line between, there’s no edge to see

listen it’s constant, listen it’s fluctuating



in a 24 hour period how many steps did i take

because of another human


time to execute that code in our self-as-center operating systems

so we can bust out of the selfie cages we’ve stacked in server farms

so they start flying apart and smoking


keep those hearts open

don’t turn away

keep those lungs breathing

pandemic underway


human, being, feeling

the ground is growing

cuz all the insects, the fungi, the animals churning it

there’s no line between, there’s no edge to see

feel it’s constant, feel it’s fluctuating



in a 24 hour period

how many swallows of food did i take

because of another organism


better compute that on our machine learners

til this earth is modeled as a living cell surviving in the empty blackness

and greed as inflammatory disease


eyes, open

don’t turn away

lungs, breathe

pandemic underway


human, being, believing

our babies, eating

long as the green leaves, growing

where’s the line between, there’s no edge to see

believe it’s constant, believe it’s fluctuating


high definition oblivion

nice, you got one of those 120 inch 8k screens

with that immersive curve, yeah nice, nice

is the resolution so good that when shit flashes on it you smell flowers

is the resolution so good the lies on it become true

what’s that, yeah, look at you high definition oblivion

how much do you make in a minute of work? really, nice

congratulations, that’s outstanding compared to most humans

oh sure, all your principles about pulling oneself up

from the bootstraps, about not relying on the government

but then paying employees $10.50 an hour

and then scratching your head in front of the board

if they bother to ask

about why employees aren’t getting ahead

why can’t they get to work on time in a car like you

why can’t they climb the ladder, why can’t they raise their children right

while working two full time jobs

while trying to stay healthy during a pandemic you bungled

always passing the buck for someone else to fight


high definition oblivion, you’re the one always whining

about how they have to work harder

and your solution, oh well

maybe if mom and dad each worked 3 full time jobs

you know, 120 hours a week

then, then they could make $30 an hour

then, then they could afford a car without a loan

food without food stamps, housing without government assistance

without getting caught up in one of your real estate loan scams

raise their kid right, yeah sure man

your corporation made something like $_00,000,000 million in profits

just in the last quarter

you took home $_0,000,000 in pay

just in the last quarter

but your lowest paid employees

making $10.50, $12.75, $13.25, an hour

can’t afford housing or healthcare or transportation

out of their own pockets, no government involvement

and you’re bitching about the government making you pay $15 an hour


high definition oblivion, what you’re really saying is

you can afford to be a capitalist

by paying your employees such little money they can live on welfare

while they work full time

at your job


high definition oblivion, what you pay is called a welfare wage for a reason

right, oh sure, sure high definition oblivion

the high salaries are necessary to achieve high performance

but that fundamental motivational principle isn’t true

if you only pay enough to apply it to you

and not the contract custodian vacuuming your corner office too


high definition oblivion, you say you want to win all the arguments and destroy the left

and put the government out of business

but then you figure out how to pay the lowest wages possible

not the highest wages, the lowest


all your big think tanks, all your economics phd’s

all your speeches in front of hard hats, all your plans for victory

doesn’t mean shit if you’re too greedy to pay the wage for it

go ahead high definition oblivion, double down on it then

repeat the same thing over and over again

that’s just a sign you don’t really believe in what you’re saying

that just means you’ve run out of ways to defend it

and have nothing left in the bank to say for it


high definition oblivion, oh shit bro, look who’s calling!

not the bank, but your principles

this is not a margin call, this is not a margin call

no no, that is not your problem, no

this is your principles calling, making a principle call:


there’s nothing in your account


high definition oblivion, we all noticed you jumping up and down

hooting and hollering with a smile on your face

when that player who was born of that race

scored a goal, a home run, a touchdown, the winning 3 pointer

worked solid shift after solid shift, who helped your team win

and a day later you were making racist jokes about that player’s race

completely unaware of yourself

cuz that stupid shit you say means you’re not a real racist

and you’re not a real member of the team

so wtf are you, high definition oblivion?

all twisted up into contradictory knots

double speaking out of your ass, too clever by half

what, did you say something high definition oblivion

oh sure man, sure, your racism game, your sad little sport

essentially it’s you scratching at your stinking misery index every day

as much as you feel like shit about your life, as poor as you are

as long as that other person feels even worse than you

is even poorer than you

then you can feel a tiny bit more pride about your life


high definition oblivion, you got so tweaked you didn’t notice you were asleep

couldn’t see how your hatred was making you sickly and weak

choking on life

instead of breathing in life and breathing out life

sure oh sure, how angry it makes you man

when they demand special treatment

but that anger blinds you and then you can’t see

the special treatment you’re demanding for you

is just the same thing

you like saying your special dna is the magic ticket

“i look like this, i don’t have to do this”

“i look like this, i can automatically treat you like shit”

heard that baby talk before, when you were being pushed out the door

you’re not better, not superior, just hypocritical for sure

just another voice whining for the easy cure

just as selfish and pathetic

as the rest of us here on this earth can be when we’re weak

so welcome to the human race piece of shit

you’re right down in it with us


high definition oblivion, you’re on something man and it shows

your head spinning around and around, your eyes glitching

ego avatars marching up and down in rows

little faces in little boxes riding algorithms into cages

into social media formations

you speaking gibberish out of both sides of your mouth

something about how you’re the party of law and order

the party of personal responsibility

yet before the eyes of the entire world

you actively tried to bring law and order down

and then came up with excuses and tried to blame someone else

yeah we saw it, we all saw it high definition oblivion

you were so tweaked on preserving your own personal piece

that you had fallen asleep

your head bobbing, your shoulders slumping down

america’s beautiful crown of brotherly love and freedom

too heavy for you

so you tried to drop it on the ground


high definition oblivion, freedom’s not falling to the ground

our freedom’s not being chopped up like it was some catalytic converter you stole

you’re not selling it to some russian or chinese smelter you know

for another twenty bucks

so you can go buy another plastic bottle of power trips

and pass out in your truck

desperately combing the dash for crumbs of power to smoke

when you wake up


high definition oblivion, hey, c’mon, get up, wake up

put the fucking phone down and keep your eyes on the ball

here comes democracy

here comes the results of a free election you freely voted in

here comes freedom and liberty

here comes another vote on november 8, 2022

and another vote on november 5, 2024

and another vote on november 3, 2026 

on and on, enshrined in justice and the rule of law 

here comes the united states of no american race

the united states of all of us

even you, high definition oblivion, even you

perp walking into jail

it’s just we’re not all going down with you to your holding cell

to watch you fling greedy racist shit on the walls

and tell us that it smells like flowers

we are the united states of consciousness

we are the united states of freedom breathing deep

we are the united states of all of us

the united states of america

behind this mask

in this winter cold, this hi-def screen, all there is for company

i can’t stop imagining, i can’t stop wishing, for what i’ve been missing

the block parties, in the open streets, for minneapolis, in the summer heat

eyes open, screens off, masks done and forgotten, like winter coats in closets

restaurant’s cooking, bars rocking, like new year’s eve, but hot and steamy 

evening’s light glowing, in the new leaves, in the crowns of the tall trees

soon a new day, a new year, a new breath, a new belief

please, bring our humanity til it surrounds me

the sweat, the dancing, the sounds of us

of music just pushing, of bodies just moving, every one of us, grooving

see the skyline’s in moonlight, and we are the crowds in the streets tonight

for a new day, for a new year, for a new breath, for a new belief

but now the frigid cold, now the darkness, now the hard days ahead

 now doubt, impatience, nothing’s changing, nothing’s changing, it’s the same thing

now the news, flashing in, a tragic tally

of all the pandemic has taken from us, and buried

yet when i rise, if i keep my head high, work hard, play it smart for us, us

snot running and itching, behind this mask, in this cold air, for us

in my eyes, on my skin, dawn’s light, here it is

glinting off the distant spires, of empty downtown skyscrapers

on this new day, of this new year, with this new breath, a new belief

to still be rolling

built up in the head, then drifted with snow

desired in the heart, weeks later callusing palms

felt in the gut, pandemic taking employees and customers

snow packed pavement, cold heavy air, quiet dusk

beautiful blue snow, grayish purple winter sky

neighbor’s windows golden warm

draped in christmas lights

neon reds, smells of restaurants cooking

flashing brightly corner store

always a crowd, even when everyone needed more

one more light bouncing off the clouds

hung up over downtown tonight

dripping with dreams, caressed by hands

figured out by two hearts, years later a family

warm baby feet, seconds later softly touching a cheek

highway glowing

engines connected to souls

how much longer til we get where we’re going

hush, let me tell you all the blessings it took to get this far

all the hard work to still be rolling

eyes open kid

it’s hot, it’s humid, it’s dark

the cricket’s and katydid’s songs are syncing

and there’s vines growing on everything

hazy downpours cooling hot night heat

it’s the mid 1990’s, northern virginia

i’m a young man growing

it was overwhelming

eyes open absorbing everything


this hot summer night, the crew

as we would often do

we all decide to throw our skateboards in our trunks

get in our cars and ride

to meet at this smooth concrete on grade foundation slab 

some kid had found and spread by word of mouth

if you knew the spot, you knew it was called white banks

and we skated there in the dark

on the lobby floor of a future office building

where the slab thickened for the elevator and stairway cores

there was a nicely rounded hip about 24 inches high

i wasn’t good for much on a skateboard compared to the rest of the crew

i can count on one hand the number of flip tricks in my life i’ve ever landed

but i remember having fun popping some big backside 180 ollies and pop shuvits

all of us busting tricks off that corner for hours

thunder claps, skate deck slaps

huge lightning bolts zipping to the ground

whipping and arcing between clouds

massive thunder clouds pulsating and flashing close to us

just on the other side of the dulles toll road from us

but not right over us

i remember watching closely

the kids i knew were landing tricks

the exact moment lightning bolts split open the air

dude, dude, you just landed that and the lightning it, it, it…

i couldn’t skate, i just stopped, i was silent watching, saying nothing

felt like everything was connecting in that moment

my eyes so open

a memory that comes back 25 years later

like it was yesterday


sometimes i’m still that eyes open kid

absorbing everything

silent cuz i can’t figure out the words to say after all i’ve just seen

hey, no, eyes open kid, yo, yo, wake up, say something

it’ll be alright, it won’t be overwhelming

what’s important is what’s connecting

like a lighting bolt between us all