I am a special being
From inner-space.
Brown green/green
Brown eyes on
The run from myself.
Tripped up stroked in
A hell-cell shell-shock.
Blowing my own trumpet
Got nobody else, live in
A default mode like such-
And such or so and so
I’ll leave it up you to you.
A blues note lingering on
And a Billie Holiday song.
Strange fruit from a strange
Fish, a humpback sperm-
Whale who blew his top.
I’m-poet-tent, no more desire
No ego now desireless, being
Part of humanity that gives to-
Get. Earth is having a stroke
Of humanity, volcano’s wild-fires
covid-19-floods-drought disasters.
Maybe this is the time for humans
To be human close down fossil fuel
Plants, everyone drive electric live
In a free world for everyone. Global
Migration learn how to trust one an-
Other.
Get off your high horse
of capitalism talk to
me of humanity.
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