Cry & Día de los Muertos

thankfully WE die a little every day

artwork by:

there is no other

not even “your” mother

there is only OUR

Great Mother who NOW

and then shows

with tree-mend-US blows

down the ideals

with elephant seals

and envelopes licked

as WE stick’d toooooo…

nothing and everything newwwwwww

just blue and black eyes

that cry for pies

in skies WE pollute


too also tambíen

again with the shootings

and lootings with no rootings

in love and do not

cry to me just cry until

you get your fill of

grief and the dove

of peace in WE and seas

of tomorrows with bees

that matter more than

shatter the plants into oil

spoil and toil and boil

not steam as a team

simmer down now

Quiet Dog Mos Def

(I am much stronger now…)

so BOW or bow whoa whoa whoa…

A constrict-ER-911

and DONE…

as the day is Taps

asses of angels shoot

craps and games and

strange-R-WE-ready to

rumble fish two fish three fish

four-leaf clover looking over

WE shoulder the older


WE shove into homes and now?


every día is Game o’

DRONESell fish smell

(Do tell…?)

Hell MIA

Ma-Dré Doctor día

POW… (get it?) tria…

je ne se…



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Būdist Psychologist ~ Hermeneutics. Indian/ Chinese/ Judahist/ Rastafari-infused Philosophies. ☠️ Write Drunk. Edit Sober. ~E.H.