Bonsai Trees on Painted Cliffs? But we got self actualization to carry out, bro!

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bonsai trees on painted cl iffs?

but we got self actual izationto carry out,bro!

by: bi l ly hal ibut


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Environment and Humanity:

Is this a synergetic relationship or is it belligerent?

Does environment control fate? Do humans hate nature?

What of cybernetics? Biomanipulation?

Designer genes? Biomedically engineered heart cells?

Why do we re-make nature? Whats wrong with death?Why do we prolong life? To enjoy the environment?

The Native Americans, the Mayans, Mexicans, Spanish, so many cultures respect death and submit to it.

All things die. So it goes.

Should we tempt fate? We could.

Havent our cultures warned us against tampering with fate for hundreds of years, in every myth and every fable?

Prometheus and his re, Prometheus and his chewed up liver.

Sisyphus and his innitely rolling boulder, Sisyphus and his slavery of ambition.

Its ne to advocate choice in life, but when did any of us choose to live?

In this collection, I investigated my own troubled relationship with nature

and edited older poems changing from a human-only context and culture

to an environmentally inclusive context and cultural standpoint.

To comment on this progression, I included Twitter poems Ive written, which

are revealing, philosophy, backwards through time,

starting with rejection and winding out toward acceptance of a wider context.

Is there some sort of unspoken agreement, to raise one above other creatures

and to say, we deserve to live over other creatures? What if the birds had made it?

And they were all sayin, we deserve to enslave humans to produce plaque from their

teeth and to build bread factories for us. they cant think as well as us and they dont

have consciousness or feelings. and we have a lot of bird people to feed, we need to

regulate this so not every bird person has to see them die and can feel civilized.

Nature is often regarded as something with which to contend. Double

meanwhile, humans forget that they ARE Nature. By rejecting the natural relationshipswe have with other living things and even unliving things as less important, we pull the

rug out from under ourselves. That nature which fostered our prosperity is now our

whipping post? Ungratefulness is not a virtue!

What you wanna know? Dis?manifestos are so naturalmanifestors of asbestos


4/12

t h e y o l u d n g r a i nFor the Old and the Young,

a day of rain is a day of Drain.

the oldng. the yougun.

the olnug and yogund.

Theseve got the equipment to Excavate

frictioned fossils of my darling First Dates.

Exposed when its much too late,

you see a Beautiful landscape

and Think,

Oh, I Hope I go Slow

(SO could be the fore, a Duet, some skies, the Cake)

so I can capture and grasp this clean muddy lake.

I want to touch those reeds! Lets take that Dinghy!

The long per t Fingers of the Human enc ircle tremend ous water s,swirling diuse mist on a Spring drive home in morning.

The Sun, an early- fainting dog, shakes sweaty

liquidities onto General Area:

Hes in the shower again.

The rain fal ls, the day falls

with the Squelching Shoes and Dampened Drawers.

The Hair s on yo ur yel low Hea d Curl like d iseased Toenail s under sand.

The rains, Relaxed, like Older Folks,

Watch Humans Run through puddles and

Cry silently from heavily watered Stomachs.

In each owery bowl,

I Keeps a part of the Liver.

Arrr!, Fill each with water.

oppression? oppression? oppression? oppression?oppression? oppression? oppression? oppression?

oppression? oppression? / choose one3:06 AM Mar 31st

treat me like a candy bar. but don't unwrap meunless you're a professional photographer.

5:33 AM Mar 29th

B a c k w a r d s B i o g r a p h y 20010-20008


5/12

No one got a glass..But, none of us want water!Not unless you ask.

Is It About The Water?

like a ower, it released horrible biologicallyinjurious toxins into the air I was tr ying to breatheand so I had to move under the ocean

9:58 PM Jan 15th


6/12

Waxing Black Holes

the LEFT motions to something comfortable

the RIGHT thinks about the moon, and its size

the MIDDLE waxes cosmic, dismissing the smaller toys and thinking big wheels.

these kids without big bags, nevertheless,walk duckedley down the big streets sidewalk,

calling their friends to wean them o of day old milk treats.

Paint chips line the pockets of a sullen slouch, careening by on the other side of

the asphalt street ( toxicity of asphalt : uh oh! ).

Ethical sulfurs bubble up from swollen harlequin mouths, fumigating the homes of

the swollen citizens ( toxicity of city : cant be! ).

Siphoning the fumes, they keep the tribe in mason jars.

just us! just us!- -

safely sealed o through every heavy winter,

their humors are doled out in rations--

two three dull boys (all work and no play)

They had hid u nderneat h the porch

(did it do any good?)

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they mention uncomfortable things together

they think about the white moon together

they wax cosmic, duct taping together the smaller toys and thinking(so hard!)

treading water inside a submarine, my left foot tips a

spiny lever, allowing me to tread fresher water inside a

submarine8:23 PM Mar 31st, 2009

dictating to the carp of the river, I tease them with

style and nesse, chasing them until my bloated feet

pop in a cloud of mealy pus.

9:18 PM Mar 31st, 2009


7/12

World War III

i cant see him, he cant see me(hes like a tree!)

i cant hear her, she cant hear me(Im like an escalade!)black discuses spun at me by the radio, a stereo,

the ghetto blaster with an area code, ruminatin the area with starlight

shinin out from the sun light,shinin on the sidewalk,

that ghetto strip whereby the white people park.packin the rhythm into schisms of a cl ock

no sunrise untrumpeted, cocked back,a ghetto spark of sunlight, driven by.Shooting up the neighborhood,

Omni, the Son-God, smiles.

doesnt he teach without seeing the truth?

wrong, the truth is in every busted cap and every mis-un-der-stoodpot head with a timepeice,

hes watching the white sun pimping out the medium, city 2 cit y,new york to california

were backstage and front rowsnin blow, blowin on the ears of the deadstar, carelessly emittin star light--then when you look, sunlight that blin ds.

take the shot from I-90 to 35,

make the golden paper to survivecontrol the chemistry and revel in revivalIntroductin the natural chemical, cybernetic roots and intravenous shoots

of the newest capital of the glorious empire,survival of the chemist tree.Its tru-ly menacing, but, baby, embody the sun l ight

and shine down on the sidewalks of the city, city 2 city,new york to california

If silk worms could speak...do you think they'd complain

about all of the lth they accidentally spill over their silk?6:00 PM Apr 1st, 2009

traversing the frets of the white cli, I wind up for a

leap to the higher reaches. midair I notice my distinctlack of hands...important5:53 PM Apr 1st, 2009

we havent seen it though, we sco and market

mark it,the image of Omni, the Son God,

pro-spitter, probin you latently with the butt of a machete to your ear

but you cant hear it even when its right here, theres not enough timethe Gods request revenge of the Yeti!

rst of all, you aint rapped long enough,to make it with omni, you aint strong enough!

so light up whatever you got the Mary JaneOmni will relieve your varicose veins!

There th ere, theres n ot enou gh tim e,

grab the clock and cock it back , shit its stuckIm trapped like a black rat till the coke price drops

cloggin the drains up and down every block, clogged with pain,

in every refrain, repurposed in vain to entertaintrained to rap to train m all to clap--

but if you can walk you can dance, if you can talk you can sing!

Eons produced printer papers glowing by the grace

of the face of Omni, the Sun-God, glowin,hes o-God,

gazin down over the concrete streets, lovin the hills of tightly rolled dolla bil ls

hurlin black discuses, smooth like linoleum,only them,

sentenceless, smellin less than the air aroundjya,

savoring the last scalding moments before the Sun burns the city down,like a national forest in the summertime,

the city will drown in the Suns blaze, guns up, sure-est,shinin like a star,

Omni the Son-Gods sayin,

whats up playa?lets smoke the crown,

you feel me? sunlight?sunlight, smoke

and feel how I feel!


8/12

Natural Manipulationi started,,,

it stopped.

i sprayed it with my own brand of windex, aecting my nose like a rain of lemons or salt

encrusted almonds:

I entrusted the Commons to your patriarchy, Sparky.

this is lucky:

i start to get an elucidatin' hallucination Whereit's hard to tell what's unclean and what wasn't clean

to begin with.

To begin with,

these sandwich entrails underneath my ngernails

betray the paths I laid down

for those starving

super-trolls,

Super-Sleuthed with robot-voodoo powers.

These f orms of ev il res ide in the le ft brains of th e mourned

but the curse words hung in my ears until the morning!--they rung with feeling,

emoting those dead animals run aground in a clearing meadow--

resurrecting them on the wall, beneath the ceiling,

in the land of the rubberneckin' meadowist;

Im fear I'll be the next one.

Heedlessly stacking Oreos on top of each other, MichaelJordan climbs up the tenuous crumb slope to dunk

perfectly on 4 stacked children11:00 PM Apr 2nd, 2009

pondering victory, the accountants don their colored

stripes for the worker's rebellion. as the race begins,they pump out many gasses5:07 AM Apr 2nd, 2009

i've been waiting near the place i used to like to sit under the sun

under the gun, holding a stun gun, this time it's denitely not for fun

I'm cornered by all the fake magic, the spikes and gears.

A wizard underneath my knee tries with glee,

theres magic,believe it,

believe in it,"

I can't believe it cause I can see him

hiding magic chemicals under his nails like I'm hiding

a magic wizard under my knee:

I know his strategies.


9/12

Love Distrust

hot springs rise thick steams

we capture these condensed heats

With our RAWR machines,

our caps ll with wet smut

now our faces become vapids,

ending at the chin,

in RAWRING waterfallswhich soak our overalls,,,

sorted in piles in corners

faced with piles of overalls

spilled on with smatterings

our mouths leak drunk dials

caterwaulings and RAWRs!

until we get home, the hot springs

give us the water we drink,

hot steam

condensed into gentler things.

we tread over lands unsquelched

'till now they'd gone unmulched

but fuck! we had the knowledge

THEY re giving !

it's hard work, I mumbled

(but it's a living)

I'm a cucumber, yes, thank you cc-cindly, C-C-Cir,for c-cc-noticing!

2:50 AM Apr 22nd

lettuce get us out of this mess, but / i digress, iconfess, let us / that i'm distressed

2:38 AM Mar 31st

to conquer those jungles.

Contrast brings out your best features.

Cold claws clamp soft skin and scars are made on your maker. Meat yours!

Love

why?where?

what?

how?

who?

when?

Distrust

because we are fond!everywhere.

everything without execution.

however?

everyone deserves it!

as soon as interminable.

where love and distrust meat, natural causes it


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