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The DT Blues

Not so dear DT:

Many voices have avoided asking you
obviously challenging questions,

Like, “Why?”

I have a different
but related choice question:

Ten years from 2020 revision,
would you rather be dead
or a silently cancelled mystery
rightly left behind
by a more resilient
blood red
healthier EarthClimate
history?

This is my rightful
red-blooded
Earth patriotic question
for not only unjust you.

The entirely apartisan U.S. Senate
comes immediately to what’s left
of my right mind,

Especially those egregiously unclean
unrepentantly ungreen,
which seems to clearly exclude
no one
from blue penitence
seeking more red hot hope
for ecological salvation.

Better off already dead?
Or still breathing
but more left living behind,
out of over-invested
nemesis light?

Why, AntiUncle Samson,
Why?

What in degenerative
dogmatic Hell
was our bad trip all about?

The journey toward forgiveness
is a long one,
short on patience,
bankrupt
for culpable slack,
publicly mediated lack
of green clean curiosity.

Redemption begins with:
Hi. I am DeToxifying Donald.
I am part political fascist
and part economic fool.

I’m sorry.

Let me make reparations
by donating what little is left,
not yet self-righteously destroyed,
to Earth’s Feminist Future Gardeners
already permaculturing peace.

Then, cancelling
my monoculturing
“DT right is only red”
brand,
I choose to disappear
into a transgender nunnery
to clean ungilded toilets

To clean the pots
we marginally pee in
for myself
by myself
swiftly cancelled
by unplanned climate change
like everyone else.

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Climate Change Ain’t Progress

In Shaker Heights, Ohio,
founding fathers co-invested in:

Change doesn’t happen
without planning

This, despite
unstraight
unwhite
unmale volatile experiences
feeling sometimes victimized
and sometimes blessed
by unexpected weather transitions,
despite feeling like vulnerable chameleons,
despite feeble farming
in narrowing spaces
between floods and famine,
despite more often feeling:

Plans were made to be changed,
a euphemism for:

Your plans are disempowered
to become downsized,
disinvited,
excised.

Planning change
feels as privileged as LeftBrain dominance
which need not pause to listen
and remember
more fear-inducing personal experiences

Violent change predicting health
and wealth losses,
wild absence of planned control
like HIV
and COVID-19,
global pandemics
and climate change
erasing EarthTribe’s
presumed polyculturally healthy
future symbiotic ego/eco-systems.

If sinister change,
including global pandemics,
feel suspiciously planned to you
then please rediscover
your LeftBrain anxious conspiracy theories
as a weakness

Rooted in Straight-White-Male
incorporated executive academic privilege
to have disproportionate learning resources
to research,
and plan more exclusive progress
in your family
and work
and economic
and political history

More successful
than chronic disenfranchisement,
monocultural marginalization,
psychological depression,
feminist political repression,
economic suppression,
win/lose competitive corporate colonizing
oppression–
all tragic unprogressive forms,
not therapeutic changing flows,
of mundane traumatic pathology.

Change
for LeftBrain dominant speakers,
does not always sound like
Progress
to RightBrain prominent listeners.

Ambiguity about personal capacity
to empower therapeutic change
can also be heard
when I “deserve”:

to stay home
(paid or unpaid?)
when I’m sick

to give voice
(listened to or ignored?)
to my transparent truth

to be housed,
institutionalized,
hospitalized,
incorporated,
resourced,
employed by patriarchal capitalists,
healthier,
loved for who I could become,
with explicit contractual conditions
for rewarded positive
(more than punished negative)
regard.

If we have too seldom deserved
merits
more than demerits
in our own salvation/demonization
invitation/extrication experience,
then we grow quick to notice
“change” comes in positive
and negative future plans

As “progress”
can be progressive cancer
and climates of disruption
more than polyculturally inclusive choice
of love
and not fear,
of compassion
and not violence

For too many of Those People,
For global EarthTrauma
climate change,
what follows Patriarchal-Capitalist plans
for next quarter’s progress
is frightening absence
of eco-political integrity,
Business As Planned Usual
degenerating
toxic chaos.

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Deep Earth Listening

Earth can hear you
better when invited
to wisely engage,
to co-invest in healthy experiences
and wealthy images
of our mutual care
and strained
constrained neglect.

She watches
as you wonder
again

If humanity
fully defines what Earth’s animals are
together on our best Earth Day
because our DNA roots grow back
into prime sacred relationship
of win/win balanced oxygen
synergizing hydrogen.

She invites us to stop
degenerating toxic alternative universes

Loser egos inside
eco-asystemic losses

Chaotically swirling
against organizing organic life

Wiped out by industrial ammonia
and disempowering bleach

Like acidic agents of Orange
with pits
and poisons
of privileged pukey Peach.

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Valentine Vows

You can count on red-hearted me
to always speak
my stupidest questions.

May we never count
our years of silence
hiding our greenest answers
to questions never mutually voiced.

I gladly promise
to stick my brown foot
in your white privileged mouth.

May we walk together
reassured
our mouths are for healing
and our feet
support health care
compassionate wealth of feelings.

I scandalously vow
to hotly drill you
till you
can’t walk straight.

May we always cherish
our warm passion
for sensually heated sacred spaces
mutually scorching
regenerative impassioned places.

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Fiddler’s Womb

If I were a poor woman
I would dance and sing
through basement boogy woogy bars
all these days and nights
of EarthTribe healthy men

Winning
not measured in applause
but absorbing painful bunions
in glad support
of Earth’s healthiest worn-out pause

Performing songs with peace
inviting massive choirs
composing mother muses,
matriarchs of deeply felt integrity
dancing EarthDay’s cause.

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Don’t Shut Me Out

Please don’t be mean to me
Don’t shut me out.

Please be kind to me
Don’t blame me
for all this pain about

Please give me a chance
to dance
to different drums
in dialects dissonant,
unknown.

Bless me with a hug
and not a sharpened shout.

Look me in the eye
and tell me
I am worth your time
in sacred space
here free of fear
in night’s angry doubt-filled place.

Please embrace this dignity,
don’t be mean to me,
Take love’s fearsome risk
in vast integrity;

Please, please don’t shut me out…
Invite me in.

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Demagogues and Pedagogues

Proclaimed the trunk to His roots:

A demagogue teaches
and preaches
as my head trunk talks down
to my frontline branches

Lesser beings who had best listen
and learn
my stern
and often punishing expectations

Explained the roots
to Her much-loved trunk:

A pedagogue first listens
at the refining foot
of a sacred grassroot system

To serve compassionate communication,
inclusive problem-solving,
celebreating win/win peak experiences
of resonantly embodied promise,
harmony,
musicality,
integrity,
synergy,
transparency,
vulnerability
to multiculturally omniscient expansion.

Demagogues
require retribution
to survive against win/lose
zero-sum competitions
threatening capital-headed
bloating at the crown

While pedagogues invite restoration
of fully embodied thrival
and win/win uncompromised revival,

Faith in nonzero sum
polyculturally active,
deeply saturating communication,
rooted in past peak communion
courageously curious experiences.

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Healthier Questions

What is my great anticipation,
active hope,
passion,
at this time
in my compassionate life,
in this EarthTribe
sacred place?

Perhaps nothing more,
nothing less,
than to discover
and daily rediscover
neighbors
leaders
teachers
parents
adolescents
children
asking this same health and safety question
in this same integral
and beautiful
nonviolent communicating Way.

What is our great anticipation,
active healthy hope,
wealthy passion
at this time
in our co-passionate lives
and livelihoods
on this EarthTribe sacred planet?

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EarthTribe Identity

I think,
therefore I am

Feeling we are
touching on
what we sometimes
more brilliantly think
and sing
and dance
reconnecting trust
together

More than apart
when I feel alone
on my best days
of solitary reflection

And downright lonely
during my worst nights
of combative thinking

Not so much feeling
safe as I am

Because we were,
and ever shall be,
co-arising polypathic
EarthTribe.

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What Is This Thing?

What is this thing
called mortal love?
Yet not a Thing
at all

At least a Relationship,
Which, of course,
requires two or more
to adore-fully dance
or, divorcing,
fall

Back into Earth’s green ball
planting and replanting health
without one sign to recall
LeftBrain conserving dominance
preserving StraightWhiteMale prominence
throughout his-story’s clumsy appall

Peace brokers wondering,
How grows this integrity,
felt immortal passion
not not mortally unknown
after bodies
and before spirits
good health natured
co-arising All

These sacred relationships
for Earth’s immortal love
in one dynamic place,
passions springing forth
toward warm best known
recall.

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