bus i nest
“lament for the poet
swallowed by the cracks in the street
flowers for the dead musician
strangled by a bill collector
in a bank parking lot”
-Kamau Daaood
we are
soooo busy
fixing broken things
and
breaking fixed things
and creating things
that become fixations
that we have not
the time
to stop
and think
how thankful we should be
for not being extinct
some people
love being the bosses
some people are mindful
of being workhorses
in a slave/master society
among New World enemies
you must continually
feed your Spirit and build your family
through existence, many times
call for transformation
many times
call for reinvention
to follow the eternal laws
of evolution
the heathen mentality
forever tries to bring holiness to the greedy
who only seek
what they can take away
they put you in a box
to make you easier to contain and carry
conquering and crushing to make you believe
that their rulership is necessary
the Earthship was created for all of us
atmosphere, oceans, and dust
moving through space
vessel of endless grace
place of the poet
nothing poor
do not allow demons
to degrade your Spirit
or diminish your Soul
or separate you
from the God of us all
our Mother/Father/Creation-centre
magic living crystal ball
be its best
take its best
we are its best
protect its best
all that we will know in this form
is from our
Creation’s nest
our first gate
to endlessness
this should be
our only business