a coffee stain...
a coffee stain
dried
on a dirty floor
a topographic mapping
of a world
unknown
same fluidity
of formation
called
Spilled Moka
as this strange
land
conceived
such a place
a world
of wonder
lush flora
fauna
from
the very large
down
to minuscule
tiny creatures
question being
does man exist
hard to tell
from an ancient
scribble
no names
of places
conquered
destroyed
raped pillaged
and plundered
as it seems
to be
our nature
or could it be only
a mechanism
of survival
due
to the hierarchy
of such wisdom
kindness
prosperity
as it could
very well be
the psychopaths
float
as excrement
upon
still sweet waters
tainting the pool
when
it should be
the cream
rich
w/flavor
life's blood
of deliciousness
my guess is
the former
driven by greed
control
dare I say
evil
too simple really
an evolution
to where
we today
only speculated
that we use
ten percent only
our grey matter
of cholesterol
surrounded
by our thick skull
packed neatly
as a system
of nerves
receptors
an electrical force
to harness
all we do
stimulating
to say the least
maybe now
is the enormous awakening
a global phenomenon
when the circuits
are firing
in awareness
these Neocons
are
simply sickos
who dream
of the power
and destruction
of serious
deadly conflict
using the plebs
as fodder
"fuck no
we won't go"
the street
chant marching
down
as victory
the ruse
of climate change
fake meat
bugs
and bad butter
as food
blatant
that these leaders
have got to go
three percent
is all we need
to get this Republic
for which it stands
on new knees
for rehab
more bees
for pollination
real honest crops
real labor
skills of trade
and creativity
families
faithful
honest
hard working
common sense
Man still needs
to guide
it's machines
as he rides
a horse in control
as a symbiotic
dance choreographed
not merely
a coffee stain
dried
on a dirty floor


In Old Mexico now.
I like how things are here.
Another fine study Brooksie.
I enjoy these immensely.
Willy