Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Amsterdam Battavia Writs July 2015

1

human rights
robot wrongs
books burnt
rain comes
symbol traps
language shitstems
systorms

heart to mind it
body bliss dis-
-combobulate
the octopus on our back
octopus tentacles
poking and prodin'
our prejudices
the octopus rift
(Occulust Splift)

2

the music plays on
film and painting panting
too dimensional
but the word savaged and beat
butchered beyond
description

use the network nitwit
dont fight it
stop fighting now
boys
chill your beans bro
spill your beans
in a semantic kitchen 
with extraordinary
high-gene

3

cats make friends
with horses
dogs pigeons and elephants
animal tolerance
in the gene-expression
inquisitive 
fearless and playful
butterfly backstroke
breastroke crawly creepy

open to new partnerships
cats burying shit in soil
pre programmed to
recycle waste with grace
four paws for pause
human uploaded vids are just
highlights and freakish odd fails
little did humans know
of cats nightails

4

viconian thunder
cloudburst boom
fathers voice
growing feint 
loss of force of that voice
at 40 years old

and the rain with wind
cycling tears i imagine
every natural metaphor 
now reflects the sorrow of man
war profit greed
machine mandness

5

NO FOR SURE

to say no
but to revise often
resist temptation
cliche'
each breath a battle
to contain all this
are you content

all this dear 
reader all the time all
the clocks and calendars
at once
how do we know for sure

6

ABUNDANT NATURALLY

we all have a right 
to natural abundance:
that which grows and reproduces 
on earth
for all living things

none should have to
beg for what abundantly grows
freely across the planet
natural abundance
berries fruits of all sorts
woodlands and rivers
the sun moon stars
caves and shelter grating weather
at the least 

7

the fucking bounty
of all human achievement 
throughout the ages
our cultural inheritance

if you don't want
to share
fine
but please do not force 
the entire fucking planet
to obey your
rules of restricted access
to naturally
abundant
resources

8

poems in glasses
on floors or in the air
burp
what might have been
the mist in what must
error of judgement
mind cemented
to a plasma screen
the scream
frozen mouth agape

the comprehensive guide
to the incomprehensible
my dribble space blabble
swimming skin beater
from blackcurrentcountry

9

in faces and 
lifted voices
here spliced with
literary devices
damsterhome for now
'international' he sighed

the blues exploded
the bulb exploded too
shards and filament
flew in all directions
time slowed like a spinning
top

the percussion of collision
played loud in the corner stone
a pattern in flux 
darkness crept in
like a cia agent
paranoia eats at guilt
art ink blood and dreams
washed in silt


--Steve Fly
5/7/15



Steve Fly 33.

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