well, it’s a new dark ages … how do people resist in the dark ages?
— Read on www.theguardian.com/us-news/2022/aug/30/mike-davis-california-writer-interview-activism

as i fly over this time
— Read on www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52642/as-i-fly-over-this-time

You are missed you are love
raining down from stars above
above the trees a flyings by
beneath the placid purple sky 

And where the journey never ends
your heart begins to beat again
i never knew how sweet the skin
until the pear was prickly thin 

Seven stories to be told 
upon the tower growing old 
bitter laughing is the cure 
and feel a lot less insecure 

Whenever winter comes to play 
i follow lines of disarray 
to mingle in the unknown truth 
that nothing never has no proof 

A tweedle-dee a tweedle-dum
a mystery an untold sum 

my body is my buddy
my buddy is my body
my baby is my buddy
my buddy is my baby 
my body was a baby
my baby was a body
etc. 

you’re a very dangerous candidate 
in fact they voted you most likely 
to bite my head off we went thick as thieves or lovers 

what’s the difference these days?
it’s a wash how much of you in me
me in you and the threat of 

skincloseness
is always more lethal 
than it actually is
ola wave hello hola wave hello ola 

i waltzed in to disposition 
i never listened to what he said 
it took a while without clinician 
i never saw the light turn red

i danced away from supposition 
the table cluttered buttered bread
toast and deals and inquisition
had made the tide turn sickly red

so what the deal was intuition 
the bonds between the left unsaid
bugs and worms gift us fruition
of things we thought we once were dead

perhaps the need is complication
of settled stories told unfrayed
or better yet a small vacation 
shoulda gone or shoulda stayed?

My heart rests, by the cold fountain.
               (Fill it with threads,
               spider of silence.)
— Read on hellopoetry.com/poem/623223/dream/