The G.M.O. on Fracking

Fracking,

somewhat alliteratively,

is fucking Earth dry

without invitation.

We also call this rape,

in other contexts,

and aggravating assault.

Rape,

in this context,

assumes we have our ownership rights,

as this ego self-centered

and short-sighted Species,

owns our Earthship in fractured pieces,

to whimsically repeat this rapacious assault,

we also call slavery

and using Mom as if She were The Bombed Whore.

GMOing Earth

simultaneously

neuters Her

because She’s only abundantly economized

as a fucking commodity anyway.

SelfViolating Peace

Present loss.

Loss of presence

while noticing your glance

of hope for fusing future limbs

from endless snubs,

blind ignorance and future loss predicted.

Glancing glimpse of futures fading

into waste of presence,

present loss.

A paradox,

naked being

robbed of hiding

robed with coming,

so full of nothing,

wanting…

succumbing mystery’s peaceful paradox.

To fill this self

crowds companions into bloated ships

of starving slavery,

floating free of friendly destiny unfurling

back toward empty nest’s cremation.

Night’s brightness hints of swollen glands

knuckles

arteries

rheumatic sappy agony,

loss of memory

and sight,

then sound….

Hope sleeps deeper

waiting

no longer wanted

desired

in present blistered elliptical refraction.

Solipsistic elders whisper

“notice me”

beneath life’s covers.

Nonviolent sleep shapes active peace,

purging ego floods EcoSelf resounds

of sights reversing,

negative postscripted progress

finds yesterday’s potential

peacefully imploding tomorrow’s choices.

Presence found in quiet cracks

between each moment’s finished dance…

fusing Forward’s merging song.