Two-and-a-Half Minutes to Midnight

the clock is ticking
on my day-old-coffee
on my central-air
on my clothes I bear

decimation of every 10th second
30 seconds tick off
and I'm at 2 and a half minutes
UNTIL midnight

un-till
un-plow
un-sow
our destruction we've ensured

The clock is ticking
on my forest
on my roads
on my family

Leaving me to wonder
What good is big Data
What find is big Government
What shit is big Money

B.ig-norant
B.iz-ziness
B.it-ten
Madness in the bedlam brings beds to lambs
And a light to cast away the demons onto the cave wall

If we're lucky, we'll adopt fact-based reality.
If we're lucky, we'll have you helping.
WHY, if we're lucky, it's all-ready-done.
If... bigness should follow suit...
Why, we could play cards that last hour!!!

Nexus

A winter baby,
My first flower remembered by concrete
And back street by earth in Spring
Backyard violets
Tiny and so purple

But now they spring bad
Triolets
Big Bad Government
Big Bad Money
Big Bad Data
One weaved genetically with the other
Leafing out, flowering out three

Stealing our power
Stealing our money
Stealing our respect

And I'm left wondering did Dada know this?
Did Kafka, and Plathe, and Descarte?
What would Leonardo scheme?
What would Michealangeo paint?
What would Da Vinci invent?
What would Donatello do?

In their poorer living
Faced with eternal enslavement...
Must it come down to climate change

And if clock is reset,
Must we really live without time
For an age... without eclecticity...
Hand to mouth.

Worlds Flow and Crystallize

the water
the wind rejoins

as I sit and watch

the sunshine
the earth holds us all

and I ask, and ask, and contemplate

my stillness
my body flows

another world dispels doubt and despair

I am me
I know who I am now

while adirondack doubt and despair take a flying leap

I show out
I quickly close the door

returning to fire, I let its warmth flow through me
like the fire and vibration of life
returning to me, warmth warms

electric
eclectic universe

addendum finds my own way home last night, too

the four elements
my neighbor speaks on truth today

The body holds the heat in

I'm doing
and sit while holding no-doing

another sunny day grows up

Towers Outing

I wander stilted, The layers peeled
Up, off, through
The last hack here left me unsynced
Bereft of depth matching, twisted an ankle,
And the ping beacons weren't helping...

Ya, I'm on the upper v-lands, westside
Where our bridges are continual construction projects
And Clears only come once each snowfall

Here's scenic, constant edification
Surrounding ecology, wildlands with wildlife
But with that come wildfires, too

Just not a lot of people
And fewer still that can edit vrshtml
For the augment layers supported by modem
Our ONE cellular tower, privately owned.
Not a lot of use, I guess.
Not a lot of people.

But there were some layers
I downloaded what I could, anyhow
With my handme-down phone
I use to get handme-down clothes
Now I pay for those and get seconds on electronics

What might my 3rd childhood bring...
Handme-down jobs?  An UBER for yardwork?
Handme-down property?  I do not know.
But it's probably somewhere already, in a thrift store.

So ya, downloaded the layers
And walked around, but the ping beacons were dead
The cheap jobbies installed had clouded solar panels
Their batteries were dead, or just erratic,
Pinging off spurioiusly

But it was fun, went up to Towers Park
And there were all the plant names hovering
And season-cycle trailers and gifs
Most of which were missing because without a link
The download is massive for imagery and gifs
But the libraries filled in with words that gifs didn't.

One guy spent two-weeks up there camping
And spent it making an artistic layer
It's cool, most the trees in charcoal
With animal recognition AI plugin on in color
Full 3d-layers in oils for most the bugs
And the deer I saw was perfectly depth-matched
For a whole minute, till said ping-beacons anyway.

My mom and I chatted next to the creek
And I bought time for us on the NFS-wifi
And I could see which pictures she'd shuttered
As they floated past onto the upload stream.
I Oooed and awed as I uploaded audio of several stops.
She shared her twitter feed as I made sandwiches.

Then her robot ran out of juice and she couldn't connect
My eyeballs were drooping low, too,
And she was showing steel.
So I got the dolly and loaded her back up
And motored home to give her a high-five.