Fishhook #hastag

FISHHOOK #HASTAG

Fishhook

First cast

First piercing

Of the heart 

Of the soul

First Frost

Rime Ice

everything fractals

To the end of time

Everything sprung

Pulled 

Back in by spider’s pull

Spun in a wrapper

Of its own

Its own rapper

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CHOICEPOINT 

Standing before the choice point becomes the reality of the day and moment

Choosing the time first, then the direction, then the means, each matters

Narrowing each, stacking them like Lincoln logs or these days Legos

Hard to use the word or thought balance just yet but necessary.

The butcher stands before the slaughtered carcass 

Becoming an artist on the delicatessen line drawing the shape

Of finesse out of raw meat (only you need to stop reading here) a design

Becoming a set of suggestions hidden in the warm wood the cold hard stone.

Each point becomes a person, a tool, a semblance, a positioning of the artist’s

Tool, the diamond cutter stands before the gem, preferred edge emergent

The light filtering through ever more truly more clearly defined

Before the raised hammer, the poised chisel, the cut.

Hidden no more the very fact of life not now about

To disappear but ready now to jump boldly into sharply etched

Perfection, returning again and again to artistry and agency to choices

Made and celebrated because Yes, even like this one they give Different Life!

The answer is Yes!

Just Now

Answer No!

You know how

The the answer is No!

Not just yet

Answer Yes!

Place another wager, Bet.

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Acorn

 Acorn

I want to say 

No time

No time for poetry today

But I can’t 

This is poetry after all

It is poetry

Everything and Time

And Space

As well

At the same time 

In the same place.

Finally come the Poets

Finally come the Prophets

Finally comes the Peace

And we Move on,

Shame to lose the Meme

To PeaceMaking Marketing

Don’t let go

Finally come the Poets.

Propinquities

PPDialogues 

i 

Prologues of propinquity

Again All, time and space

And speed have values

Of here and there, relationship,

Of now and then, directionship,

Of energy and mass, Voice and POWER.

Surely the Presence is in this Place

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Lost required before there be Found

Markers, the Cairns that Croft the Journey

Until it can be lost too, they vary by Terrain

The Alternate is oft but that of form

The Blaze, the #Hashtag, the semaphore,

Morris Code, whistling language, Calendars

Some without numbers others without weeks

Months or years, majesterium overlap and leap.

Now we are adjusting the pace, so you don’t 

Fearing both alternatives and knowing neither therefore

You drop other markers of gender, age, 

We are all still Curious Bricoleurs, we are Here Now.

iii 

I have begun the series

     Made a deposite in the same talent chamber 

           Who said when it comes when it now is?

                  Free yourself now, free you are, free we is.

The Chrysanthemum now rides in the place of honor 

      You don’t have had to have been from the beginingness 

             And as long as you can access the agency

                    Free you are at Last, Lost but now Found

Free Agency is only another word for Freedom

       I don’t want your revolution if there is no water

              The water if there is true belief the bread

                   Unless there is Life, and Dance and Song.

Now own what’s going on

       Now taking it on-going

              Now one in the many

                    Now many in the one.

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Mark C. Johnson

Insurrectionary

 Insurrectionary

Putting the questions in the right order makes a difference in the answers you get

And yesterday was a day of examining the questions again to test that logic.

What do you want to tell the world?? Asks the Answer using too much punctuation 

The query horse of the Hospice Posse. I ask what do you want to ask the world?

I am the one who has the right to ask questions

     Because I take it

          So are you

               If you do.

I do hope you feel good today!!!

     I do hope you feel today

         The first cumulus clouds

               After rain we all stop joyFULLedLY

I AM who you are, who I am, who you are.

We cannot talk to each other 

     Without invoking the name of God

            (Be with you, til we meet again)

      Or the name of Fuck

             Well actually I can

              I use you and me

                   Thee and Thou would still work too

I am the one who has the right to ask questions

     Because I take it

          So are you

               If you do.

Going Home

 Going home.  We move from hospicer to hospice posse and all the posse permutations

That are possible. It is our calling, our vocation, one person rolls over and the next one in. 

You can see why these metaphors of matrices work so well, negotiating the new story, 

New narrative, assembly lines and robot rows humanized (as in monitored) a vocational.

Foreground vs. background which is richer, foreground man versus background nature

Richer whicher trope what language what Voice what Word which case what transposition 

Nurdle murdle polyurethane nuggets absorbing oil, what’s eating water what’s eating well

How deep is your Ocean Water is Life, picture a thousand words which picture would we eat?

Measure pressure, blood and capsule, Martha nurses, Mary rushes, bull Run and Roll

You never would have known a picnic dinner becomes Babette and roles out your Soul.

Save me, save me, save me, say farethee farewell with Chaucer now we march to heaven

Pilgrims, prances, Rudolph’s dancers, are our names our gifts, our mask and shields what Haven?

Accepting the Invitation to Begin

Accepting the Invitation to Begin

It is time, neither too soon nor too late,

Lest anticipation preclude the bloom

Take Now and let It blossom boldly

Neither lost in a glory now fading

Nor in a Now which never arrives

Because it is always held just beyond

What invites us at this very moment

To join each other in the holy Now.

Yes Ram Das's be Here Now triumph

Yes Thomas bearing pretense to false

Signs of witness and knowledge 

The woundedness we share is profound

But still the truth of pain is finally bound

To bring us back together where we began.

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Small Acts

Small Acts

We each know I think

That the act is small

And simple no great call

Heard echoing on high

More a whisper in the ear

Resist by stepping aside

Stand up do not hide

Offer no salute or smile

A simple wash and dry

Of hands or feet a simple

Gesture of victory not defeat

Surprise at how it looks 

In hindsight from outside

To take a pinch of salt

To refuse to turn back

Plastic handcuffs burning eyes

These were easy choices

Little things next steps

Until they called them threats

Sent soldiers and police

Lined the streets with arms

Used bullhorns and shields

They made the larger gesture

And what began as small

Became big quiet and clear

A little thing for what is dear.

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