The Naked CombOver

Why is it, dear,
that the combover speaks as brazenly
as a fat corporate-fed,
way too marbled whitemeat
Naked Emperor
at a Cooperatively Progressive Costume Party?

Because his favorite soundbites are
“I am the best hair-dressed Emperor
these RedStates have ever fed”
followed too loudly by,
“And I am here to listen to
and help you
and God bless AmericaIncorporated First!!!!!”

And you know
he is nakedly lying
from the top of his bald combovered head
all the way through the shit-stained bit
about listening,
because we know he’s too busy twittering
in the morning
to step into
his best-dressed CEO corporate-fat role
of fear-mongering
and monocultural apartheid
anger-militarized mismanagement,
and other terrifying LoseLose pushbutton regimes
of paranoid and fascist
Supreme Naked Emperor images
still trying to work that hopeless combover.

Honey, really,
don’t you have anything healthier to obsess about?

Yes, but our kids’ teachers
believe secular natural egosystems
are something other than the exterior LeftBrain face
of sacred spiritual RightBrain ecosystems,

Which is what you plan to obsess about next,
but its difficult to find any who seem likely to listen
to secular-sacred harmonic students,
much less parents,
any more or less
than my own evangelical Christian parents did,
or the local Catholic priest currently Holy Communions
in that apartheid cathedral
built of universal historical matter.

Well, it does sound like we have a lot
on our Their Not Listening communion plates.
Perhaps if we first listened better
to their long crippled suffering
they might be able to hear ours better?

That’s a thought,
although it doesn’t seem to be working
with the POTUS.

Well, dear,
don’t beat yourself up.
Remember the verse about having ears to hear
and eyes to see
that a combover
does not suggest deep powers
to co-passionately listen
to one’s own naked and vulnerable aging self.

Stuck in perpetual bullying adolescence
as learned in military school,
more likely.

I wonder how he would look
in a Marine cut?

If not healthier,
then at least more honest.


Final Operatic Scores

Of all vocations calling each of us
perhaps it is this final ecopolitical stage
most arduous.

To reflect with full integrity,
both Left dominant hubris history
with Right-recessed notnot full incarnation,
those unfulfilled promise valleys of aptic time
lost to Ego’s yangish self-promoting memory,
past vocations sequentially emerging transubstantiations,
pregnantly nurtured with Left/ElderRight bicameral balance.

But, balancing or notnot yet,
to reconsider one’s sins,
both consummated and omitted,
bringing slow-growth ballast to one’s enculturation of grace,
both those healthier blessings fully consumed
as therapeutically strived for regenerate production,
yet also known only through past struggles stretching ego-compassion’s constitutions,
declarations of Self+Other incorporating cooperative interdependence,
laughter’s miraculous love moments
best shared, yes,
but yet bittersweet nutrition alone,
remembering what lives best not forgotten.

This final vocation,
to merge our previous lives together
with those we hope to follow.


All Growed Out

And EveryBody to Play With

Cognitive maturation,
that portion of “please just grow up”
evolving climatically large transitional lifetime matters
of choosing to grow up,
to not just act as if I am an adult,
but to also know I am always of an emergent adolescent species,
one of the new anthro-kids on the old-school regenerating block
of organic communities emerged from healthy Elders,
still playing cooperative-co-therapeutic mentoring and role play games,
speaking and sometimes even writing daily creation stories
preparing for night-time dream decomposition
co-evolving regenerative strings of years of intergenerational narrative,
but one self-transparent integrative moment in each day,
one day within each maturing egoconscious lifetime
of therapeutic mind
and nondual co-arising body

Of Basic CoEmpathic Embryonic Trust
growing up in an ecoconscious deep-learning bicameral process
and economic lifetime project environment
of organic historical-permacultural eco-systemic co-evolution
of dipolar TaoSpacetime 4D co-empathic
reverse-bilateral dream/imagination,
winwin polycultural Game Designs
focused solely on our (0) soul universal love through ReGenerative Elders
open-systemic evolutionary health insurance EarthTribal Group Theories.

Outrageous fractal-dipolar DNA/RNA waves of jazz-rooted
comedy-operatic drama creation liturgies
of trees co-mentoring life and dualdark death.

While our bodies cannot choose to age into maturity
of wise cooperative behavioral conduct,
our minds can and must choose maturity,
to follow what wisdom of our bicameral-bipedal bodies
rich harmonic humorously
and dramatically full-revolution co-arising co-operatively
reminds us,
reweaves us,
reconnects anthro with wild maturation’s wisdom,
longing for long-term affective and effective karmic-health,
positive medicine folding cards
through double-binding notnot dipolar grace
of ecoconscious empathic-egofractured enlightenment
co-arising political and economic choices
to cooperatively grow up.

What would happen
if all existing cooperative bodies
and businesses
and healthy-value Commons Ownership,
were to become mutually financed
within a zero-interest global on-line cooperative
and deferred loan guild?

Whose ego’s would grow healthier?
and who would lose everything that could possibly become pathological?
who would love everything that makes them happier?
through cooperative ownership responsibilities
and authority for ecosystemic maturing-network justice
and confluently sustainable,
regeneratively multicultural,
regenerating peace?

Just show up
growing out to-gather,
just show deep
grown wisdom together.


Virgin Soils

According to Truth As Beauty EarthOccupier Rob Brezsny,
the original intent of “virgin”
unfolds as “complete unto herself.”

And so it is,
I pray and primally celebrate
waking into each of Earth’s days
a virgin,
once again.

Holonically complete,
one of Earth’s human language seeds,
bowing to north as notnot south,
east as not yet completely Western red sky dominated
by fears and angry climatic stressors,
both internally complete
and externally consuming and producing
ecstasies of Earth’s great transitional epic intercourse,
including, yet not monoculturally monopolized,
culturally hypnotized
by and with humane transliterations of organic transubstantiations,
polypaths toward holy polymorphic symbiosis,
erotic lover days toward night
greeting perpetual virgins
of Earth’s deep learning erotic incarnations
growing into full post-millennial maturity.

Then decomposing to rejoin Earth’s virgin soul,
revolving Time’s fully active EcoOccupation,
complete unto Herself.