besides voting you can organize people around a cause at the grassrootslevel - petitions, etc. if you read michael moore’s stupid whitemen, hetalks about how to run for alderman and other lower level politicaloffices which is basically just abt collecting signatures. keepingyourself informed is also key so you can get the word out to friends […]

I am tamed by loss.See how it imprints itselflaid still in wet inkacross the skin, must be chiselled by metal,to make it morebeautiful.
What was it in the stain?Oils of rain weighing down wheat in the field, who is this summerless, flaxen, cold? My hands are ink blots,moons losing space.
Then this, long sigh,this beckoning,birds trembling […]

I wear it. His yellow breath forcing the flame out.Press the coins of sleep on the eyes, for wintercomes, drizzling it’s flowers made of iceacross the doorstep.
Tell me, when are we really seeing? What is waking life?
Deaf petals, voice of a man losing it’s echodown the dark corridor:
The king of the night has come.
Listen:

wings made of violas
bruising dark blue on the surface

This ringlet in wood,star-pleasure, waterlogged, echo, it’s echo,inside the velveteen mouthof David, we adore,we adore most his flesh, flecked in genesis, two by two,we enter the ark,enter into the cleaving,rubbing water against water,the botany of stemelongated by fluid,it’s beating,irregular, fisted at first,then extended, gildcoming loose of it’s frame.
We know the mouth will keep onswallowing pleasure […]

Study Of Two Pears
I.
Opusculum paedagogum.The pears are not viols,Nudes, or bottles.They resemble nothing else.
II.
They are yellow formsComposed of curvesBulging toward the base.They are touched red.
III.
They are not flat surfacesHaving curved outlines.They are roundTapering toward the top.
IV.
In the way they are modelledThere are bits of blue.A hard dry leaf hangsFrom the stem.
V.
The yellow glistens.It glistens with […]

from the Siddhartha Series
Tiny oil lamps alit on the river.They gather aroundsaying OM.Soundis OM,rising,soundOMplentifulsound,it is the honey.Humming are the beesaround the hive.It is OM,rising.Bring me closerfriend.I need to see.OM is the sound.OM, rising.At the hivebees move awayexcept for a singlestill bodylit up by flames:breaking jaw from the skull,flesh separatesfrom bone.Friend,is this what happensto the living?