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Clumsy Cousins

I wonder if THC
and our Holy Cooperative Spirit
could be cousins
like Grandmother Moon
and Grandmother Tree.

Why do you want to wonder
about something as curious as that,
dear?

Oh, I don’t recall, really.
It just came up in conversation a few minutes ago.

Honey,
your breakfast is still a figment of your hopeful imagination,
so who on Earth were you conversing with a few minutes ago?

I was in the backyard
talking with the trees,
and the extended family question just came up.

Honey,
when you take your morning meds,
and then go out to your sit spot
and talk to the trees…

Yes?

Would you do me a favor?

What’s that?

Would you listen more,
and invoke curses against climate hate-mongerers
and malingerers
less?
You scare our more pedestrian neighbors.

But I was listening.
The trees were talking
in their windbown surfing voices
of autumn colored breeze
swaying like Green Fairy SkyWoman

Blessing each falling leaf
spinning tales
revolving moral compasses
drifting from win to lose
coming to rest where they first gave birth,

Blessed by Grandmother Moon’s ultra-violet rhythms
lights
and dual dark dilemmas,
mystery,
everyday awe
expecting sacred wonder.

Oh, well then,
I was wondering why you were so quiet out there…
So, what’s your plan for today?

I thought I might plant more trees.

Want some company?

If we both listen more,
and ask impatient questions less.

Planting already faithful saplings
or merely hopeful seeds
of co-relationship?

Depends on how long we care to be remembered
for our civil kindness,
green cooperative intent,
revolutionary winning trees and winning people values
norms
voices natural and spiritual
bilaterally spinning democratic energy,
healthy merits and unhealthy demerits,
regenerative plantings more than degenerate uprootings,
climate health supplanting wealth of disease,
unease,
dissonant disassociating trees.

Dearest,
I’m having trouble following some of your connections.
Do you think that’s the THC
or Holy Cooperative Spirit whispering?

Yes, love.

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Green Brownies with Red Wine

Said THC to Alcohol,
A political difference I find between us,
I am more RightBrain cooperative exhibitionist
and you more LeftBrain inhibitor.

Which implies, Alcohol sneers,
you more holier holonic
than LeftBrain EgoThou?

Only to EitherOrthodox
or kill it
Thou,
smiles THC,
To me this feels more polyculturing fun
to play with words polyphonic
restoring health-wealth of integrity
regenerating polynomial
polypaths
toward and notnot away from
equal Left/Right WinWin multiculturals.

Yes, interrupts monoculturing Alcohol,
To which no EgoThou
would dare or care to WinWin listen.
Such understudied non-dramatic nomials,
binomially co-arising,
like gentle summer winds of grace
with healthy skin gratitude
rising attitudes
playing rhyming chimes
together.

I find sacred but next morning forgotten Alcohol freedom
in absence of sustainable LeftBrain co-invested interest
through cooperative EarthTribe Good WinWin News management,
ecology of Left EitherWin OrLose
Alcohol seduced and distractedly reduced

Without THC permacultural theology
of Sacred stoned Right…
What was I saying?
I was coming up onto a tipping point…

Well, responds THC,
while deep learning
while actively marching
through 4D Real WinWin Advocacy Time,
I can see notnot winning Ego
as also notnot losing Eco
Logic of all these over-heated hater spotlights
and Earth-tremoring
paranoid-schizophrenic
rabidly overpopulating bipolar microphones
with speakers mysteriously tipping
and dynamically spiraling toward revolutionary
RightwithLeft Wing ears
with feet
relentlessly dipolar walking
toward evermore capital co-arising investment
in LeftBody RightMind co-dominance
despite my currently enhanced WinWin
lack thereof.

Oh, my great Left-Alcohol Truth
with Right-Beauty THC
WinWin synergetic love,
we should integrity speak
and potentially listen
with each other
more therapeutically often.

Yes,
at least once a green brownie with red wine year,
whether we need more cooperation
or less competition,
or notnot.

Notnot who, dear Alcohol?

Notnot either you against me
or WinWin to gather
and plant
and harvest
and ecopolitically re-evaluate
red ego’s
best green resilient options.

Exactly the colors I was seeing.

It’s a gift
we share.

Oh chemistry!

And goodnews sacred bicameral timing.

What is bicameral timing?

When journalists
act like revolutionary cooperative activists
and polycultural green activists
think like evolutionary journalists.

That’s deep…
I think I would like to sleep…

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Gaia’s Curious Meadows

Queen Gaia
hopes to more resiliently return
to marijuana grazing meadows,
rather than supporting
worn-out tobacco and oil
industrial fields.

That’s what LaoTsu breathed
industrious mountains in Yang,
valley nurtured rivers flowing out
WinWin baptismal YinYin.

Whatever could that mean?

Rumor is,
about those sonnets?
Written transformed
by SolarYang outside enlightenment,
and nondual endarkenment,
to his liberated left feels West,
And incensed by EarthSoul THC
breathed in conservatively right feels Eastern
innocent dawn
from nearby smoking pot.

Ummm…
I thought there was something queer about him.
Disturbingly paradoxical.
Always on chaotic fences
about what’s natural ecology
and what’s spiritual theology,
mixing them multiculturally
and metaphysically up
and down
and across rivers
of bilaterally flowing time.

All those YangLife PositivEnergy therapeutic restorations
with Yin WinWin
notnot ZeroZone Resonance,
harmonic spiraling octaves
of double-fractal regenerative
DNA with RNA flow,
indeed.

Indeed.
Sounds a bit more like LeftBrain dominant
Tipping Pointed Bucky Fuller
than RightBrain dominant
LaoTzu
and his NorthernLIght sonnets
wu-wei
in-between
poetic licenses.

So you think the whole THC thing
is a cosmic MotherGaia hoax?

But not so much a paranoid conspiracy theory
about what some prayed
was higher divine
RightBrain deep listening inspiration.

I think
and feel
health would be Earth’s highest
and best
ZeroZone Wealth
secular ecological–Left
sacred theological–Right
Restorative Ego/Anthro/Eco Therapeutic
WinWin Resilient PolyCultural Outcomes.

I think writing outside,
compared to inside,
feels narrative
with my skinpores open,
my NorthernLight ears able to hear
most everything worthy of listening to
right WiseElder healthy now.
My nose able to smell EarthSoul wealthy fragrances.
My eyes able to see
what more nutrition importantly
unveils PositivEnergy Democracy
behind
and beyond
this Left to Right handwritten notebook
static
stale Elitist page.

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LongTerm ReAssessments

Dad,
how old were you when you first tried THC?

It was not until my freshperson year
at the University of Michigan
when you could not go from one end of any dorm
to the other
without inhaling that not really oregano oily fragrance.

Why were you such a late bloomer?

As I recall,
back in premillennial times
those who were high school pot heads
were recognized by all,
including themselves,
as destined for malodorous lifetime outcomes,
if not outright sociopaths
then at least hopeless malcontents
and scofflaws
without civil redeeming value.

Really?
So how did all that play out?

We were correct
in these pessimistic predictions
at least in large part.

You don’t sound surprised,
as I so hoped you might.

Only because
those of us who waited
until we had high school graduation credentials in hand
fared about the same unremarkable neither better or worse,
certainly not rewriters of history
as far as I ever heard.
And,
although I might well be mistaken,
those who self-promote
as never having inhaled
either sooner or even much too later,
have outcomes possibly least happy of all,
except for those who also
have not found enough real food to eat
or too much booze to drink in one remorseful night.

Interesting.
I hope that is a population of zero
in my postmillennial era.

Watch out for those who deny evolution as evil.
They are those least likely to learn
from our mistakes,
thereby proving the foolishness
of their own anti-evolving theories
about traditional unchanging consciousness
and humane nature
and EarthMother’s sacred spirits,
inhaling to exhale,
reweaving nature out with nurture in.

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ReCreating MaryJuanita

I noticed that one of the Kennedy patriarchs,
probably a Joseph or John or Ted
or Tim or Matthew or Mark or Luke,
Why do they all begin to look and sound the same to me?
Anyway, one of these informed and educated and good guys
responded to decriminalizing ingestion of THC,
cautioning us regarding potential public health hazards.

While I share some of these bleary and yet specific concerns,
Mr. Kennedy and I do seem to view these potential pathological influences
through two quite different frames of reference.

He approaches dangers of THC influence
in contrast to a population that would otherwise presumably ingest
organic goat’s milk and wild honey.

I see the prospects for a THC cooperative addicted society
in pleasant contrast
to our current alcohol degenerative indigestion
addicted to bipolar competing ecopolitical disculturation.

From a public health perspective,
given only a choice between THC or alcohol decriminalization,
the evidence of history appears to vote
for the more regenerative THC.

Now,
if we could addict honey bees to THC pollen,
and goats to voraciously forage on marijuana fibers,
and we became the land of goat milk and THC honey;
that, I suppose,
would be so much more
our healthier wealth of opportunity.

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Public Prurient Interests

Last evening I noticed another disconcerting Trump headline.
This felt and smelled more like a deadline
for disintegration
than a lifeline,
a bootstrap, if you will,
toward integrity of health and regenerative safety,
which I thought was front and center
in our US Constitution
which I remember him swearing to protect
right before he reassured all of us
he is here to listen to everyone;
Republicans and Democrats and Libertarians and Greens,
and whatever other ecopolitical party affiliations
he might be able to discover
and learn from
on his new Presidential executive ordering journey
into twitterland.

Anyway,
the headline was about White House Rumblings
of an assault on the legalized and medicalized marijuana industry.

My first reaction
Why?
Why would a federal administration
that has just finished reassuring all fifty States
that where students poop and pee in school should,
by right, rest solely at the state level to regulate,
then,
almost in the next inordinate breath,
also send out this alarming message to all fifty States
that it has become a new federal health and regenerative,
integrative, long-term through short-term, safety assurance issue
that my kids should prefer the alcoholic beverage industry
over the THC industry.

I’m still wrapping my brain around how that could possibly be defended,
construed,
framed,
promoted,
marketed,
sold and also bought,
as a consistent reading of
“listening to everyone”
about their constitutionally protected federal rights
to health and regenerative safety,
to well-integrated,
resonant,
consistent,
sane public policy.

I believe it was a congressman,
and not a “prurient interest” judge,
who said he could not define pornography,
but he knew it when he saw it.

This Administration, to date,
has brought us not only our first twitteringly Naked Disintegrative President,
but now his fascist federalist tendencies
begin to look more like jacking off in public,
like pursuing his personal prurient exhibitionist fear-mongering agenda
instead of paying even lip service
to his true mandate,
the health and regenerative safety Original Intent
of not only the U.S. Constitution,
but also the Bible he laid his right dominant hand on,
and the economic and political act of active listening
to a healthy-wealthy regenerative multicultural society
of humane citizenry
doing our best to follow our Golden Rule intentions
to at least do no alcoholic-buzzed harm,
cause no further dis-integrity,
and, whenever and wherever possible,
to follow a path of regenerative health,
happiness,
and multiculturing prosperity.

As for DT2 himself,
I suspect he would improve his governing outcomes
by easing off the alcohol
and investing more in some reefer madness,
preferably while among a large,
extended family, picnic,
a multiculturing,
multi-generational banquet.

But, DT2 aside,
this White House has already become the home of nakedly prurient interests,
rather than federal and state health and integrative safety policies
and procedures,
regenerative planning and design,
rather than degenerative reacting and assault and wall-building.

Prurient–marked by arousing
immoderate
unwholesome (unhealthy, unsafe, unredemptive, non-therapeutic)
investment in desire.

With pornographic performance,
we speak of a whole lot of immodest sexual desire,
but with the current Executive Branch of ecopolitically competitive,
rape and pillage, performance,
we speak of a whole lot of immodest fear and war-mongering desire.
The rampant raging desire
to play WinLose games
of naked competition for elitist supremacy
on a WinWin Constitutional and Biblical and planetary climate stage.

The key operative governance, administrative, executive skills,
word here is “unwholesome” v “wholesome.”
Certainly we aren’t intending to legislate what is
“marked by arousing, sometimes even immodestly so,
but still wholesome investments in regenerative desire.”
Wholesome is about regenerative multiculturing natural evolutionary,
sacred nurturing revolutionary,
co-redemptive,
safe,
healthy choices,
even as these will inevitably lead, sometimes,
on our best days,
toward dopamine ecstasies.

This, to me,
and for my extending multi-generational,
multi-cultural family,
sounds more like a mandate to co-invest
in health and safety industries,
with or without THC,
rather than investing further in the prurient, vaguely alcoholic,
unwholesomeness of Nakedly Elitist AllWhite Houses.

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The Rastafarian Town Council Meeting

Some say it began with the Jehovah’s Witnesses
ingesting sacred substances with the Rastafarians.
Others say that could not possibly be true or false.

What emerged one sultry August Town Council evening
when half the town had found some sleep:

We believe that direct and indirect health outcomes
derived from use of marijuana
are more family and community-friendly
than use of alcohol producing more pathological outcomes;
and that our economic and political policies
and procedures in public affairs,
as in private,
should reflect this shared sacred ecological belief.

Further, because we find little outcome evidence that consumption of THC
is less healthy and more pathological than ingesting alcohol,
and because we find bucket lists of evidence that THC can have therapeutic and far less addictive pathological outcomes than alcoholic beverage consumption,
we find it ecopolitically curious
that regulatory and legal support evinces more tolerance of alcohol Business as Usual
than THC busyness as sometimes unusual.

Such disparity of regulations and legal posturing
appear to suffer from Constitutional Rights Defiance Disorder,
as we compassionately expect our public sector and structures
to positively support what evinces health,
happiness,
and cooperative prosperity for all,
rather than their suppression,
making depressants more accessible than known
ecologically organic regenerative substances,
to toast the less organic degeneratively pathological substance,
which, in excess, is a poison causing death,
as compared to a more biotherapeutic holistic medicine
that has much longer,
and more spiritually,
withstood and contemplated tests of flowing nutritional time.

I cannot say from where this proposal came
but I can report why the Council passed the pipe to think about
what they could say that might fit with their own experience.

Most people learn most and best from personal experience,
we figured,
especially if we have a chance to reflect together on those experiences,
which we might choose to do right now.

Most people’s attitudes and feelings and beliefs
about health v pathology are influenced most by their own experience,
including the intake of substances,
like foods we eat,
and like or don’t prefer,
like beverages we drink and like or don’t,
and prefer nutritionally and tastefully,
like sensory outcomes of drinking alcohol and inhaling THC.

Most Business As Usual fundamentalists,
especially of the Christian and Islamic varieties,
believe alcohol is more or less not health viable
for beneficial ecopolitical outcomes,
as perhaps more favorably compared to THC.
However, most Christian and Islamic fundamentalists
do not have personal experience of either,
nor do they tend to share within families and communities
likely to learn from others’ experiential wisdoms
extending out to broader families and friends of friends.

Sadly, up to this PostMillennial time,
where there have been exceptions to such dually undiagnostic abstinence,
these have been on the side of not-quite-so evangelical cocktails.

Had we sooner leaned the other way,
inhaling THC
then talking about cooperative ecopolitically healthy outcomes
while exhaling,
well, then,
we might begin warming toward each other
and those still outside our monocultural religious walls
of self-protectionism.

As it is,
our spiritual and divine aspirations suffer
from lack of connection with our Eros-loving bodies
and lack of ecologically cooperative empowering WinWin thinking,
and ecotherapeutic climate building,
as in the newer testament gospels for community development,
transubstantiations,
transliterations,
and like those polypathic potheads over at the UU and Zen Center,
and don’t even get us started
on how much fun we had with the Rastafarian Warrior Witnesses.

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Family Therapy

Multisystemic feminist ecotherapists,
deeply immersed in permacultural eco-logic,
a systematic teleology of cooperative economics,
remain rarely flushed out from their camouflage.

A self-isolating,
often eremetical,
subspecies,
with shamanic nature-as-spirit tendencies,
our most articulate mentors often wander off
to pray for,
breathe and suffer and dance and sing
with Earth and all Her polyculturing species and seasons,
spaces and times,
outside glaring spotlights of media networks
and shallow soundbites.

That said,
perhaps I can share lessons from my children
about internal and external landscapes of justice
and passion,
passion for justice.

Spencer is my cooperative networking
transgenerational
post-millennial polypath.
At 18, he remains with me,
has not yet wandered off into his camouflage,
in part because I am a slow learner
in comparison to his lightning networked intuitive consciousness.

I am a more thorough and systematic teleologist,
but also ponderously detailed,
like Thomas Aquinas and Buckminster Fuller,
unwilling to leave any paradigm untouched,
producing a cooperative ecosystemic thesis
and antithesis of cognitive dissonance,
that remains undecipherable
except to those few who already speak
and hear
and feel
and see,
absorb polypathic nutritional polycultures.

What does justice look like for my 20 year old African American son
who graduated from special support services at Entitled Upper Middle Class High School
with a fourth grade cognitive and affective functionality,
no marketable skills other than his physical strength
which shows decreasing likelihood of endurance
due in part to horrid nutrition
lack of self-care
his preference to self-medicate
away from his internal dissonance.

He prefers THC,
although he is angrily aware this means state and federal employment protection laws
form a moat around his buzz,
with all the opportunities on the outside
and far too many of the long-term risks on the inside of his bleary silo of despair.

Dillen, my loyal handsome young adult son,
recognizes discrimination,
marginalization,
poverty
in comparison to outcomes for self-medicating with alcohol.
It’s a cultural thing that old people do to his Transmillennial Generation,
like declaring wars so they can learn to fight each other,
while elders suck our fat wealth deposits into
sport cars of shifty ludicrosity.

Dillen’s skills do not include multiplication,
much less division,
but he knows when justice divides his population of young adults
looking for their first jobs,
so they don’t have to live under the tyrannical oppression
of their parents.
Self-medicating with alcohol can easily pass a drug screen test
with one day notice from Human Resources,
while Dillen watches from the other side
of this divide.

Can he get through at least eight weeks without medication
that actually does seem to help him feel and think better
of and with himself,
and,
given any doubt that any of this makes any sense,
how long before he stops bothering to apply for any hope of a full life?

Dillen understands the justice and injustice of attending a horribly designed State contracted job training program,
to sit for eight unpaid training hours,
for at least four weeks,
probably six or even more,
in a summer classroom with no windows,
with 29 other ADD and ADHD medicated trainees,
to face the dismissive derision of their trainer
for being who they are,
losers who will never actually be sent through to the paid employment stage of this card-shark process,
violating perhaps every justice principle intended by the Americans with Disabilities Act,
while drawing full Job Coach Trainer pay at my tax dollar expense.

Dillen was not outraged that the State had no record of contractual oversight,
no evidence that anyone who did eventually get paid could not have done so with one week’s unpaid training,
no evidence that there were no other training contractors with the capacity to avoid violating the civil rights of those supposedly receiving a service with positive outcomes,
rather than rejection and dispossession and dismissal and further hopelessness outcomes.
Dillen was not alarmed that the Commissioner,
his own State Senator,
his US Senator,
the ACLU,
did not seem to raise so much as one eyebrow
to a misuse of public dollars and trust
with outcomes that could not even perform at the thinnest level of justice:
If you cannot do any good,
at least be sure you cause no harm.

Dillen has become used to an economic and cultural ecology
that does not include him,
and others who look and act and perform and breathe and beat their hearts,
and try to balance their bicameral hemispheres as best they can
in a “Business-As-Usual-Means-You-Do-Not Matter” environment.

So, Dillen reminds me of what I recognized long ago,
growing up gay male in a homophobic
hetero-dominant
culture.
I am reminded of what it means to have no economic right to employment
and no ecologically supported right to love,
to be valueless human nature
intrinsically mendacious
negatively deviant from all that is universally orthodox goodness,
that justice could not include any marital relationship within a Beloved Community,
could not include acceptance as a healthy soul
or body
or identity,
as the appropriate offspring of socially acceptable justice.

Dillen’s bottom line,
“If they wanted to abuse us,
then I wouldn’t have minded so much
if they were at least going to pay me.
I’ll be The Man’s whore if I have to,
but I won’t be his bitch.”

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