The Naked Brutalists

Our hyperfocus pedestal—
climb a sandstone chalk-pocked wall
waste away try to get small
if we get high we won't feel too tall
some ain't suited for basketball


The gyre generates endless cyclones as it whirls, hypnotic... massive.



leftways subequatorial
she plays among the bleaching corals
anoxic barrens her favorite place
unseen she dances with infinite grace
grey fine-grained muck surrounds like dust
her bubble's safe, luxurious
Thank you, little octopus,
forever cleaving into us


ascend three steps
brave little hearts flutter at the door
no pausing for idle chatter as before
push through and up three more
little sprouts in little pots
generating novel thoughts
three steps more and there they are
all trees turned to lumber and tar


a self care day is a siege-climbing mission
preparation begins days before ignition
cessation and a repression secession require
a two hour soak and a smoky blazin' fire
and usually extracted Tetrahydrocannabinol
but one must always get up after every single fall


meant to swim in surf
and creep down low while on ground
this is not our turf
but then again the globe is round
every rattlesnake on earth
is more kind and more profound
than any human being
(at least they make warning sound)