Karma, dog

"Genocide is suicide"
-- like a squabble 
among fleas,
that irritates the dog.

AND the dog,
on its way back to earth,
will surrender
every last cell and speck.

Ticks and mites live
on this eternal return,
present like bacteria,
viral

like honesty.


Always short
between the tall
for to include all,
you would really
have to mean it, 
when you say:
`and I do mean all´.

a way with sadness

                                                                                    ( Antagonist by Theodore Kittelsen)

And doesn't it  thus become clear
that there is root nor reason
 for this sadness?

That it is not just
subjective affection
and nonsense as such?

 The organic heart
of my world body
made heavy

by the misrepresentation
that thwarts both purpose
and being

and maintains the alienation
of what sense I can make of it

as if the world was utterly 
beyond me

so that whatever I feel
it's just me 

whatever I do,
incoherent

as long as it is not what
I am  supposed to do

For sure it's nothing
if not quantifiable
according to the logic
of  money and profit

that if I refuse the robbery
I would be an outlaw
and an antagonist

to the public interest
held captive
by those to whom
the world ows 
every moment more

"stupid vulgar greedy
ugly American deathsucker"

or whoever to whom there's 
not enough money in the world

even if there already was more money
than the total value of things you can buy.

And no, I am not sad
that I have such a little part
in the money game

I'd be happy not to play at all

It's just that all that is sold
is sold for something

that is not even real.

Navigating whaleroads

To think that we are like this
as free as we are to think

and that we have something to think of
-- specific bodies

and not anything out of thin air

That there is a course
all things took
to be here now

and are always
going again

somewhere, never nowhere.

That it is you and me
-- our celestial bodies

in the context
of this concurrent
constellation

-- not unlike migrating birds

navigating whaleroads
of what purpose there could be
besides filling a blank empty space,

take part in time
even if it is
open at the end,

open to something more
even after everything,

just like we are open to otherness,
even if it is beyond the limits

of an individual self.

Darkness

I don't think
I have ever confused
light with love
    although it cuts
    through the darkness

For it's merciless,
scorching and hard
    as it strips us
    of our dreams

But for what I have seen
there is the same 
bottomless blackness
in pupils dialated by love
as in the night sky
without stars.

Our Labor of Love

(illustration: Theodor Kittelsen)

Our Labor of Love

must be zero profit so

I pm the post mortem

post-modern PM

On the nO now

       I said nothing

and watched them carry

the careless corpse

away

and a way opened

for us to Love

the Children

of Time

because the C.T. scan

never said nothing

it must have been

always there

like freedom,

not liberated from

responsibility

but from Received Pronunciation

Yes, the word is viral

and sheer poetry,

like justice

that by not caring

you can't save

the heart

you think you

don't have

from the pain you inflict

without giving a fuck

you always fuck yourself

by this law

some call karma

pointless armament

adds to the dada of it

why rock back and forth,

when you can go somewhere

like the primitives who almost

left no trace

nor waste

as they found

their way

out?

Why lock and load

in conflicts of old,

that could have been squared

then just as much as now?

It can't have been all sold

from under us and that's it.

Our Labor of Love

will never be slavery.