bonsai trees on painted cliffs? but we got self actualization to carry out, bro!

by: billy halibut

Is there some sort of unspoken agreement, to raise one above other creatures and to say, we deserve to live over other creatures? What if the birds had made it? And they were all sayin, we deserve to enslave humans to produce plaque from their teeth and to build bread factories for us. they cant think as well as us and they dont have consciousness or feelings. and we have a lot of bird people to feed, we need to regulate this so not every bird person has to see them die and can feel civilized. Nature is often regarded as something with which to contend. Double meanwhile, humans forget that they ARE Nature. By rejecting the natural relationships we have with other living things and even unliving things as less important, we pull the rug out from under ourselves. That nature which fostered our prosperity is now our whipping post? Ungratefulness is not a virtue! Environment and Humanity: Is this a synergetic relationship or is it belligerent? Does environment control fate? Do humans hate nature? What of cybernetics? Biomanipulation? Designer genes? Biomedically engineered heart cells? Why do we re-make nature? Whats wrong with death? Why do we prolong life? To enjoy the environment? The Native Americans, the Mayans, Mexicans, Spanish, so many cultures respect death and submit to it. All things die. So it goes. Should we tempt fate? We could. Havent our cultures warned us against tampering with fate for hundreds of years, in every myth and every fable? Prometheus and his re, Prometheus and his chewed up liver. Sisyphus and his in nitely rolling boulder, Sisyphus and his slavery of ambition. Its ne to advocate choice in life, but when did any of us choose to live? In this collection, I investigated my own troubled relationship with nature and edited older poems changing from a human-only context and culture to an environmentally inclusive context and cultural standpoint. To comment on this progression, I included Twitter poems Ive written, which are revealing, philosophy, backwards through time, starting with rejection and winding out toward acceptance of a wider context.

What you wanna know? Dis?

manifestos are so natural manifestors of asbestos

theyo l u d n g r a i n
For the Old and the Young, a day of rain is a day of Drain. the oldng. the yougun. the olnug and yogund. Theseve got the equipment to Excavate frictioned fossils of my darling First Dates. Exposed when its much too late, you see a Beautiful landscape and Think, Oh, I Hope I go Slow (SO could be the fore, a Duet, some skies, the Cake) so I can capture and grasp this clean muddy lake. I want to touch those reeds! Lets take that Dinghy! The long pert Fingers of the Human encircle tremendous waters, swirling di use mist on a Spring drive home in morning. The Sun, an early-fainting dog, shakes sweaty liquidities onto General Area: Hes in the shower again. The rain falls, the day falls with the Squelching Shoes and Dampened Drawers. The Hairs on your yellow Head Curl like diseased Toenails under sand. The rains, Relaxed, like Older Folks, Watch Humans Run through puddles and Cry silently from heavily watered Stomachs. In each owery bowl, I Keeps a part of the Liver. Arrr!, Fill each with water.

Backwards Biography
20010-20008

oppression? oppression? oppression? oppression? oppression? oppression? oppression? oppression? oppression? oppression? / choose one 3:06 AM Mar 31st

treat me like a candy bar. but don't unwrap me unless you're a professional photographer. 5:33 AM Mar 29th

Is It About The Water?

No one got a glass.. But, none of us want water! Not unless you ask.

like a ower, it released horrible biologically injurious toxins into the air I was trying to breathe and so I had to move under the ocean 9:58 PM Jan 15th

Wa x ing Bl a c k Holes

the LEFT motions to something comfortable the RIGHT thinks about the moon, and its size the MIDDLE waxes cosmic, dismissing the smaller toys and thinking big wheels. these kids without big bags, nevertheless, walk duckedley down the big streets sidewalk, calling their friends to wean them o of day old milk treats. Paint chips line the pockets of a sullen slouch, careening by on the other side of the asphalt street ( toxicity of asphalt : uh oh! ). Ethical sulfurs bubble up from swollen harlequin mouths, fumigating the homes of the swollen citizens ( toxicity of city : cant be! ). Siphoning the fumes, they keep the tribe in mason jars. just us! just us!-safely sealed o through every heavy winter, their humors are doled out in rations-two three dull boys (all work and no play) They had hid underneath the porch (did it do any good?) not now they mention uncomfortable things together they think about the white moon together they wax cosmic, duct taping together the smaller toys and thinking (so hard!)
dictating to the carp of the river, I tease them with style and nesse, chasing them until my bloated feet pop in a cloud of mealy pus. 9:18 PM Mar 31st, 2009

treading water inside a submarine, my left foot tips a spiny lever, allowing me to tread fresher water inside a submarine 8:23 PM Mar 31st, 2009

World War III

i cant see him, he cant see me (hes like a tree!) i cant hear her, she cant hear me (Im like an escalade!) black discuses spun at me by the radio, a stereo, the ghetto blaster with an area code, ruminatin the area with starlight shinin out from the sun light, shinin on the sidewalk, that ghetto strip whereby the white people park. packin the rhythm into schisms of a clock no sunrise untrumpeted, cocked back, a ghetto spark of sunlight, driven by. Shooting up the neighborhood, Omni, the Son-God, smiles. doesnt he teach without seeing the truth? wrong, the truth is in every busted cap and every mis-un-der-stood pot head with a timepeice, hes watching the white sun pimping out the medium, city 2 city, new york to california were backstage and front row sni n blow, blowin on the ears of the dead star, carelessly emittin star light-then when you look, sunlight that blinds. take the shot from I-90 to 35, make the golden paper to survive control the chemistry and revel in revival Introductin the natural chemical, cybernetic roots and intravenous shoots of the newest capital of the glorious empire, survival of the chemist tree. Its tru-ly menacing, but, baby, embody the sun light and shine down on the sidewalks of the city, city 2 city, new york to california traversing the frets of the white cli , I wind up for a leap to the higher reaches. midair I notice my distinct lack of hands...important 5:53 PM Apr 1st, 2009

we havent seen it though, we sco and market mark it, the image of Omni, the Son God, pro-spitter, probin you latently with the butt of a machete to your ear but you cant hear it even when its right here, theres not enough time the Gods request revenge of the Yeti! rst of all, you aint rapped long enough, to make it with omni, you aint strong enough! so light up whatever you got the Mary Jane Omni will relieve your varicose veins! There there, theres not enough time, grab the clock and cock it back, shit its stuck Im trapped like a black rat till the coke price drops cloggin the drains up and down every block, clogged with pain, in every refrain, repurposed in vain to entertain trained to rap to train m all to clap-but if you can walk you can dance, if you can talk you can sing! Eons produced printer papers glowing by the grace of the face of Omni, the Sun-God, glowin, hes o -God, gazin down over the concrete streets, lovin the hills of tightly rolled dolla bills hurlin black discuses, smooth like linoleum, only them, sentenceless, smellin less than the air aroundjya, savoring the last scalding moments before the Sun burns the city down, like a national forest in the summertime, the city will drown in the Suns blaze, guns up, sure-est, shinin like a star, Omni the Son-Gods sayin, whats up playa? lets smoke the crown, you feel me? sunlight? sunlight, smoke and feel how I feel!

If silk worms could speak...do you think they'd complain about all of the lth they accidentally spill over their silk? 6:00 PM Apr 1st, 2009

i started,,, it stopped. i sprayed it with my own brand of windex, a ecting my nose like a rain of lemons or salt encrusted almonds: I entrusted the Commons to your patriarchy, Sparky. this is lucky: i start to get an elucidatin' hallucination Where it's hard to tell what's unclean and what wasn't clean to begin with. To begin with, these sandwich entrails underneath my ngernails betray the paths I laid down for those starving super-trolls, Super-Sleuthed with robot-voodoo powers. These forms of evil reside in the left brains of the mourned but the curse words hung in my ears until the morning!-they rung with feeling, emoting those dead animals run aground in a clearing meadow-resurrecting them on the wall, beneath the ceiling, in the land of the rubberneckin' meadowist; Im fear I'll be the next one.

N at u r a l M a nip u l ation

Heedlessly stacking Oreos on top of each other, Michael Jordan climbs up the tenuous crumb slope to dunk perfectly on 4 stacked children 11:00 PM Apr 2nd, 2009

i've been waiting near the place i used to like to sit under the sun under the gun, holding a stun gun, this time it's de nitely not for fun I'm cornered by all the fake magic, the spikes and gears.
pondering victory, the accountants don their colored stripes for the worker's rebellion. as the race begins, they pump out many gasses 5:07 AM Apr 2nd, 2009

A wizard underneath my knee tries with glee, theres magic, believe it, believe in it," I can't believe it cause I can see him hiding magic chemicals under his nails like I'm hiding a magic wizard under my knee: I know his strategies.

lettuce get us out of this mess, but / i digress, i confess, let us / that i'm distressed 2:38 AM Mar 31st

Contrast brings out your best features. Cold claws clamp soft skin and scars are made on your maker. Meat yours! Love why? where? what? how? who? when? Distrust because we are fond! everywhere. everything without execution. however? everyone deserves it! as soon as interminable.

hot springs rise thick steams we capture these condensed heats

With our RAWR machines,

our caps ll with wet smut now our faces become vapids, ending at the chin,

in RAWRING waterfalls

where love and distrust meat, natural causes it

which soak our overalls,,, sorted in piles in corners

Love Distrust

faced with piles of overalls spilled on with smatterings our mouths leak drunk dials caterwaulings and RAWRs! until we get home, the hot springs give us the water we drink, hot steam condensed into gentler things. we tread over lands unsquelched 'till now they'd gone unmulched but fuck! we had the knowledge THEYre giving! it's hard work, I mumbled (but it's a living)

I'm a cucumber, yes, thank you cc-cindly, C-C-Cir, for c-cc-noticing! 2:50 AM Apr 22nd

to conquer those jungles.

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NugYdol The Yoludng R a in olgNudY

the old and the young the olngd, the yould the yoluldng

they got the equipment to excavate fossils of my first dates. uncovered when its much too late. Liquified! Like when you see a beautiful wet landscape and think, o h d a m n , I h o p e m y m o m s l o w s (could be mom, the guardrail, the gnarled trees, s o I c a n c a pture Like, the swamp or the stretch of a lower round pond road) t h i s s h e e r, c h i l l e d m u d f l a t t e n e d

drink

of

w a t e r!

I want to raise those Rainy Reeds! The latticed and warming tendrils of men, vast waters encircle them. O n a d a r k d r i v e h o m e, d i f f u s e m i s t the sun, a fainting dog, shakes sweaty liquidities onto my general areas in the shower again the day falls, like night the rain falls, like water water shore does relax! A day of rain is a day of rainlaxation, gentle water laxatives a n d c a t h a r t i c w a t e r e n e m a s . The squelch of shoes and the damp of your underpants. Its the curl of ones every hair!, remark Zeuss curled and raining Lips.

the mist might clear up if you put on a pair of wet, black sunglasses
may 10th, 2010

The rain relaxes like old folks observing on a patio in the hurricane; Hy watches people dash through puddles. Hys eyes mark the spectacle through which hys form has emerged. Hy says, E a c h f low e ry b ow l k e e p s a pa rt of t he l i v e r . F il l e a c h w it h wat e r .