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  • Prices or Colors

    Prices or Colors

    August 7, 2024
    Poetry, Words

    When I learned
    Derrick Bell wrote science fiction,
    I cried in my car,
    George Wallace screaming on Color TV 
    500 armed veterans and 9 black teenagers
    probably still alive to vote in 2024

    In the shadows of temporarily embarrassed immigrants,
    were my ancestors bittering,
    red ears in the Southern sun,
    with oil-gray fingernails
    cutting the palms of their fists

    Somehow
    they gave me soap to wash my hands
    and sunscreen for my face
    so I could dream of beings from planets
    Where the dream is
    aliveness
    and not prices or colors

  • uncontrollably spinning

    July 9, 2024
    Playlists

    music can be about beautiful, beautiful, beautiful repetition.

  • My Lungs Hurt but I Shouldn’t Stop Typing

    My Lungs Hurt but I Shouldn’t Stop Typing

    June 26, 2024
    Playlists, Poetry

    My lungs hurt
    but I shouldn’t stop typing
    shouldn’t stop asking Them what’s wrong
    I couldn’t possibly stop
    the “How can I be better?”
    I apologize, I meant
    “How can I consume every living thing in the universe?”


    Many economists and spiritual leaders are now recognizing externalities to growth, such as:
    – Death

    Me and Perplexity at an impasse


    In the night heat of my bedroom, I am dreaming of:
    The future explorers finding a cardboard sign
    encapsulated in the plastic ocean
    blood of The Former Mother,
    tilting it up to the phosphorescence to read,
    “NOT ON DRUGS
    WILL WORK FOR GOOD WATER.”

    GenImage of the last stanza

    image credit

    Hsin Wang | De-Selfing
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All poetry and playlists by Jake. The other stuff is other people.