The Burial Of The Dead
How in times of scrutiny and creed
We continue to solemnly
In pursuing, in presuming peoplehood we broke
The heart of ourgod is one
אלוהינו אחד
we are not one singularities– pluralized isolation
It is fair to be ignorant it is fair to feed
ואכלנו וסבנו
Who is satisfied?
And who shall I say is calling?
This tokenized this listened to?
If keffiyeh and dog tag –heretic martyr monster
הלב שלנו שבוי בעזה
שלנו שלנו שלנו שלנו
Our our our ourheart
In globalization in education my our
Is universal as the right to liberation
Liberation self-determination
for each and any singular;
false wholes earthly fixation on totality
Completion mythology
לֹא עָלֶיךָ הַמְּלָאכָה לִגְמ
Yours to know there is no finish resources finite
Libratory gait praying with feet strive into elderly
Joint pain of injustice
What have we determined? Who constitutes self?
The fattest fear and the fist of fury–
CNN jump scared me to the streets
Naughty, not neutered– I feel hate
For his manness: The New Jew
Tan, cleaning the trough, breathing Aryan ideals
Into what would have been ancestry
To disprove the rat sun-dwelling and muscle swelling
Most of all the ashes of Auschwitz and Treblinka
The power source of a country. How can I convey
To the empty nightline operator
We rebuilt facile faith
Nationalism,
We caught a fever of our grief and colonization and
I thought we stopped praying to prophets as our purpose
When did we return to the Land of Ur?
I thought it was
Supposed to be
No one closer than the Baba Sali
So no Moses to throw a tantrum
Though Davidai does a good imitation
As if outside the gates of Zion in gleaming glory
Moses penned his death narrative here–
media chem-trail of vitriol will be what keeps you
From the land of milk and honey
From the world to come
When the time comes we must melt the gold
Where will it spill
And how do you return to sacred heirlooms
When you have amassed a sum and you can not account for–
Is it because it hurt so bad
To know all the succumbers
Side chat, Snapchat, IG story big block text, X
(Are we really calling it X these days and jerking Musk’s dream?)
Unreal city
Game of Chicken
Regarding the:
Hate to… shame share
Oink oink piggy piggy
No dining, no libraries, we will make your lives shitty
WHO THE FUCK TO TRUST
Who is the administrator who does
Finally, rename it Hind’s Hall?
I love you
Well-loved
Well of love
Loved welded
To shield in the dreams of fears
Old man
Bow neck for
Caretaker
Profession not known for religion
If sponge baths–
If self-subjection to linoleum
If this is not holy work
The gates are those of Gehinnom
Reasoned power simulacrum governmental middle
And who rules the other plains–
Simulation storm, de-escalation, swarm
A butterfly landed never to lift again–
Where can I find sacred stillness of narrative propulsion of
To end.
To be done with this slit for fucks sake
Revolution in knowing what to live for
Is not what one can fight for
The method of defeating cynicism is unknown to me
At this juncture
Everything that 104th and Broadway came to mean
Bleak cigarette showers
Icons of our impermanent rot
The lady statue three blocks up, where West End peels off
The Fire Sermon
Spirituality needs tending to
Like a fire?
Like a Garden.
When to return
If to return
Why we return
Radical imperative to create
Peace shapes
Whose hands held the pen that codified a circle and four lines?
Border, boundary, the six-sided sealed gates
Meeting at the center to invent a symbol of ideal
so that
We might make material ly interpersonal cultural
Two-state final solution destruction and survival go by the same name
The virginal nerd: I will never choose violence
I will always choose resolution
Tent of feces– wreak, weak, what speak. Put your money where your mouth is.
Fucked and bastardized?
Normative no more
Documentation reenactment interpretation
How is the cycle of history sealed?
War clarifies and distills some murky
The cafe won’t save you this time
The wildly organized militant many
Death By Water
Around the flat last supper gather the philosophers of freedom
Seder in the courtyard of tents,
social displacement as our approximate
Turning to tradition for order when contemporary is scrambled, yet again
Shades of grief and bruise… the right of the youth to refuse.
Who is willing to be a red role? Who is willing to be a hospital chaplain?
Which holy being both?
I was on the phone …yeah
I think we are near the garden by now
Why are you singing
Because I am “hooked on a feeling
High on believing”
Offspring, fox sting
We have forgone and forgotten
Vocal elation declaration: the city sprung
And bodega flower
This time I can. I camp.
Is the Happy Meal dry?
Ensure meals are mocking
You wouldn’t believe the going-ons of
rehab camp dorms
All the fucking the dissociation
in these tent towns of homosocial solidarity,
Soldierly — stoic sexy reverence
For the dykes that risk arrest
next to all the rows of fascism
are our fields of interpersonal anarchy smoke
the snare light
a flare is a light
a snare is a drum
and I think you have a pretty nice bum
Are you serious? Are you joking?
flowers in Antarctica
(not gonna lie twin that shit was ass)
DO THEY BLOOM
that’s a crazy silly
nervous whoa whoa whoa
what podcast paper I had to click the done button
pending emails
the only things that are certain. death and taxes
