I’m waiting on my data ration, because this fallow I’m on the poor people’s plan After fat years of people predated for paramilitary purposes Rifles and rabbits, shootings and sport, cults and coagulations in the body politic; Confabulations of exclusion and enterprise, Comstock and community. I am sorry about the Palestinians and the young people killed by the Mullahs, I am sorry about all of the things. Atum-Ra warms the just and the felonious alike; Irrigated Nile marshes and Illinois’s fertile fields Irritated, injured by a sore schism between the righteous and ritualistic. I am shocked by what passes for religion in this country but like everything American at least it lacks airs and heirs. Odinists listening to hiphop, Ecumenical THAAD missiles horrific asymmetries and civilian harms do they not know what they do? I am lighter than a lotus flower, my heart shall be weighed against the feather of truth in the final passing-forward In California’s shadow and downstream of Japonisme Perry and Jobs I wish to heal a religious wound by making bone offerings.
April 25, 2026